domination | klance

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Lances back got slammed into the wall. The impact was dizzying and the omega crumpled underneath the strong Alpha and his Beta. The pair came down in the pack basement to do their "check" on Lance, which basically consisted of Lance getting beat up. Today was especially bad because the Alpha and Beta couldn't beat Lance up for a few days due to the pack that would be visiting in just a few hours.

"You are useless!" The Alpha screamed at Lance. "I can't believe our strong pack has to deal with a lousy Omega that always drags us down. I wish you weren't born slave!"

The comments hurt Lance deep down but it wasn't like he could deny them. They were still his Alpha and Beta, his genes would not allow him to fight. His omegan instincts caused him to submit and take his packs abuse and rejection. Before the session could end, the Alpha kicked lance in the ribs and walked away laughing.

Lance groaned in pain but stayed laying on the ground until he heard the door slam from above. The he turned onto his back to inspect the damage on the rest of his body. Lance honestly considered himself lucky because he probably only broke a few ribs and the Alpha had given him one whole meal to use for three days. That was a lot more food than he usually got. Lance was guessing it was because they didn't want him to make a sound and they just wanted him to wait for this pack to leave. They were coming soon but it didn't matter to Lance because he would just be laying here in the basement. With that final thought, Lance slowly shut his eyes and welcomed the oblivion of sleep.

A few hours later, Lance woke up to commotion coming from upstairs. He heard a few new voices that he had to assume were the other pack. Lance slowly moved up into a sitting position. The omega grabbed the tray with the meal and took two bites of the small sandwich on it. He pushed himself backwards, being mindful of his injured rib and shifted into his small wolf form. His hands shifted into small paws and he grew brown fur. Lances wolf was tiny because of his omega status with brown fur and bright blue eyes. Lance preferred his wolf form when he was in pain so for his rib, he shifted.

Lance was about to drift off to forget he pain when he smelled a heavenly cinnamon scent drifting through the basement door. Lance stood up and went closer to the stairs. The scent was amazing and Lance knew he wasn't supposed to leave the basement but he was sure that he smelled the scent of his...

Mate!

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Hey beans I finally am updating with a slightly larger update! Luv u all and I'm shocked that this story already has so many reads with such little chapters, thx for everything u guys do! Much luv and I will b updated more frequently now <3