Mine | Randy (Original)

Stage Life | 4

Not long after my talk with Brooklyn, and Jack we get ready to go out for breakfast before setting up for the show. We meet at Nando's finding Harvey, Mikey, and Rye already there waiting to order. I sit down next to Harvey, and don't meet Rye's intense gaze. I can smell him from this side of the booth and I squirm uncomfortably.

"You alright mate?" Harvey asks looking at me oddly.

"Peachy." I grumble, picking up my menu. I look up meeting Jack's eyes and he just gives me a sad look before my phone buzzes.

Brooky: Mate, I think Rye's about to go into rut. His smell is overwhelmingly strong.

Ok so Brooklyn wasn't going to treat our friendship any differently. I smile up at him before texting back.

Me: I know. It's starting to make me uncomfortable. I don't know how to feel about being around him like this.

Brooky: It'll be alright. Just gotta get through four tour dates man.

I don't answer that, leaving him on read so I can tell the waitress what I want. I can smell her Alpha scent coming off of her and I cringe. Once she finishes the order she winks at me.

"What was that about?" Mikey asks confused. "You aren't an Omega." I blush and hide my face by looking away. I don't answer either, just hoping he would drop it.

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Sound check was going great. Mikey and Rye were messing around. Jack was filming us randomly. I was beatboxing while Brooklyn was singing some Justin Timberlake along with my beatboxing. Brooklyn's voice cracked and we both fell into fits of laughter before falling to the ground next to each other.

"Mate, I can smell you." Brooklyn whispers to me worriedly. My eyebrows furrow and I jump up to grab my spray.

"Must of forgot to use it." I say shrugging my shoulders.

I was oh so wrong about that.

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We had just finished our first song and it was starting to get way to hot at the venue we were in. But it seemed to be only me. Jack gave me a worried glance before continuing to the front of the stage where Brooklyn was making some stupid joke. Rye sat down next to me and I froze.

"Mate you smell great." He says leaning over towards me. I flinch. What has gotten into me?

Quickly the set is almost over, and we run back onto stage to  sing After The Show. But not too long into the song, and I'm feeling like I'm running a fever. Sweat is rolling down me. My vision is starting to blur. I feel arms around me, and then I'm being carried bridal style off of stage, and rushed straight to our tour van.

"What the fuck is going on?" I hear Rye's voice seethe.

"Rye not now." I hear Jack state sassily.

"Don't speak to me like that." Rye says now in his Alpha voice. Jack cowers and I whimper out my body aching.

"Alright, Brooklyn, Jack. You two will have your own room tonight, Andy's going to need his own." Blair says starting up the van and quickly making our way to the hotel.

"Hot." I slur out.

"I know babe. It's gonna be alright. Do you think you know what triggered this?" Brooklyn soothes.

"Triggered what?" Rye asks confused, before he takes a deep breath. "Jack, mate. Are you going into heat?" I whine.

"Not me mate." Jack says truthfully. Rye looks between all of us confused before looking down to me again.

"Wait, Andy?" He asks. I can see Jack nod. "But, he's an Alpha?"

"Sorry you had to find out this way Rye. Andy's not an Alpha. He planned on telling you all after tour." Blair says from the drivers seat.

"Well apparently he's told almost everyone but me." Rye says, a growl in his voice. I whine loudly this time and Rye whips his head towards me. Jack reaches forward to help, but Rye pushes him away.

"Mine." He growls, his eyes going bright red.

"Fuck! Mikey, Harvey! Hold him back." Brooklyn says quickly. "Rye you're going into rut. That's why Andy went into heat. You two are never near each other when this happens. Rye he's not yours mate." Rye struggles against Mikey and Harvey, but they won't let him go. I whine in protest but then Brooklyn and Jack come between me and Rye.