Alpha Lost

Lost

***Possible Trigger Warning - for anyone who loves someone or if you are in the military, police, fire, etc...thank you for all you do***

Malcolm, her big bad OSF mate, had a wicked sweet tooth. She'd even given him permission to throw her under the bus when she found out some of his teammates teased him about stopping at the ice cream shop almost every day on the way home. Ice cream. Selah couldn't even look at it now.

Malcolm had gone on a late night run for ice cream to the local grocery, and he walked into the middle of a robbery and sexual assault. His training and instincts took over, and he tried to save the Omega shopkeeper from the attempted assault. He had successfully subdued the two assailants, but he was caught by surprise by the third.

Selah had started to worry about Malcolm's long absence. When the doorbell rang, she thought maybe he had just forgotten his key or had his arms too full with ice cream. It had happened before - the ice cream overload not the missing key. She opened the door, and her breath froze in her lungs at the sight of two black-clad Alpha/Omega uniformed officers from the OSF. As the world went black, she saw the Alpha reach out to grab her before she hit the ground.

Because of what the fuckers had done to Malcolm, she hadn't even been allowed to see his body. In the event of the death of an OSF Alpha, the Commander Alpha became the de facto legal guardian for the surviving Omega. It was meant as a protection, but when he insisted that she couldn't see Malcolm's remains and that he be immediately cremated, she couldn't fight him. She found it difficult just to breathe every day. Just to get up and get dressed took more energy than she had most of the time. Fighting the imposing will of the Commander Alpha and the rest of the Alphas in Malcolm's unit had just been too much.

She had shown up at the memorial service to a standing room only crowd there to mourn her mate. Sitting in the first row, she had felt empty as she stared at the large picture of her smiling mate that took the place of his actual remains. She kept her eyes on his the entire time unaware that silent tears were making tracks down her pale cheeks. She vaguely recalled people coming and touching her hands or shoulders as they murmured their condolences. She didn't remember anything about how she got home.

She had been living - existing - in this half-life for the last month. The Commander had arranged meals for her, and the other Omegas in the unit had been an almost constant presence. Omegas had been known to will themselves into death when their Alpha was taken from them. Alphas usually were lost, but they tended to go out in loud, violent gestures. Omegas just wasted away if left to their own devices especially if they had no one to inspire them to keep living.

Wise to what they were doing, Selah ate. She talked. She got dressed. She took a shower. They would have to give up their vigil over her at some point.

And then in the middle of the night, two nights ago, an aching pulse started low in her core. Selah's eyes popped open to her dark, empty bedroom as the first pulse of slick started pooling between her thighs. Her body hadn't gotten the message that she was going to give up, and with the injection helping it along, her heat went from a little bit of warmth and irritation to blazing fire and shooting pains by that morning.

She contacted the Omegas to tell them not to come and to not send any of their mates to her house because of her heat. She locked the doors and relocated to her safe room knowing they'd try to come anyway to soothe her through it. She wanted no part of them.

Instincts ruled her for a brief time, and she moved her nesting materials into the safe room. Every house with an Omega was required to have a safe room. Omega heat pheromones had been known to attract an Alpha off the street, and before safe rooms, many mated Alphas had found themselves battling to protect their Omega from an unwanted Alpha.

She fluffed and designed her nest as had become her ritual for every other heat. "Alpha...hand me the -" she stopped abruptly.

Malcolm had always waited patiently while she created their nest handing her pillows and blankets as she asked for them. He was a good Alpha. He never tried to tell her what to put where, and over the years, he had made her gifts of a variety of nesting materials. It was something they had done together for every one of her heats except for that first one.

Drawing in a deep breath, she stopped building her nest. If he wasn't there to build it with her, what was the point?

For two days and nights, she had been suffering in her half-formed nest.

Intense. The doctor had said that her heat would be more - intense. She had also said that with her Alpha there to take of her, she wouldn't notice a difference. Her Alpha wasn't there, and she definitely noticed the difference. Calling this fire that ravaged her bones and her blood intense was like comparing a gentle country brook to the raging of the ocean. This was pain. Gut-stabbing pain.

Selah rolled over again from her back to her front drawing her knees up under her like she was presenting for her Alpha. The position felt natural as her Omega primal instincts called out for a thick Alpha cock to slide into her slickened pussy. It did nothing to help the cramps ripping through her.

Facing the door in this position, Selah noticed half in terror and half in heat-induced desire that the door was slowly opening as the light coming around it widened. Another pulse of slick caused her to moan in pain mixed with hormonal desire. She was alone, unprotected by her Alpha, and vulnerable in her heat.  She was too tired and in too much pain to fight them off.  She could have sworn that she had locked the door.