Alpha Lost

Preparation

Malcolm gathered the supplies from their kitchen that he needed to take upstairs to their safe room. If he hadn't caused her so much pain this past month, he would have been frustrated with Selah's lack of preparation for this heat. They had always prepped for her heats together, but this time she'd been all on her own. His fault. He had a lot of explaining to do.

Having been together for so long, their cycles were synced so that his rut and her heat happened at around the same time which often happened to couples who had been together a long time. Selah had once even told him that it often happened at the Omega safe houses where all of the Omegas would eventually go into heat within days of each other. It had made him shudder at the time to think of a houseful of Omegas all in heat, and Selah had playfully slapped at his bicep while she laughed at his decidedly male horror.

His spine had started to tingle two days ago signaling that his rut was imminent. He knew immediately that Selah had either already started her cycle or soon would be. He had nearly ripped the head of the clueless Beta who had told him it was too early for him to return. Only his Alpha Commander had been able to save the poor Beta by shoving the idiot out of the room with orders to take his head out his ass before he returned.

Malcolm felt a tingle in his heavy balls as they brushed against his thighs reminding him this rut was just getting started. When he opened the refrigerator, the cool wash of air hit his heated flesh and made him shiver. He didn't normally raid the fridge with his cock and balls on display, but desperate times and all that. He was confident that Selah's Omega would not have responded well to him taking the time to dress.

He had heard the note of fear in her voice and smelt the sour taste of anxiety in her scent. He hated that he was the cause. His priorities in life were set in a rigid order, and Selah came at the very top of that short list. In his mind, he had dedicated his life to her when he'd thought they'd both be Betas. When he'd presented as an Alpha, he'd been able to scent how upset she'd been thinking that the future they had planned for would never happen.

Young Alphas were dangerous. The number of hormones that ran through their bodies in that first year or two created a risky environment as they were not only ready to stick their cocks into anything female that breathed in their direction, they were also incredibly aggressive and extraordinarily strong from the sudden genetic uproar in their bodies. An Alpha could easily grow 12 inches or more during that first year, and their muscles bulked up at the same rate. It resulted in some hellish growing pains, and it made the new Alphas irritable at best. Cranky, aggressive, and horny was never a good combination.

Initially, Malcolm had been like any other new juvenile Alpha except for one thing. He hadn't felt the need to mount anything that presented itself, and he'd had plenty of opportunities. There were Betas who liked to chase Alpha cock that his classmates referred to as "knot bunnies." They took a drug to make them able to stretch to take an Alpha knot, but they had to use artificial lubricant since they didn't produce enough slick like Omegas.

Several of his Beta classmates, male and female, had offered their bodies for his pleasure. Physically, his new body had been ready to take them up on their offers. His Alpha, though, had been adamant with a growled, Not mine, every time one of them propositioned him. If that hadn't been enough, Selah's disappointed and grieving scent would wrap itself around him and his Alpha would almost whine because they were causing her distress. Neither Malcolm nor his Alpha side gave two shits that Selah was a Beta. Several times Malcolm had had to cover a possessive growl with a coughing fit, and when that fucker Carter Mosely had started sniffing around Selah since he thought Malcolm was out of the picture, Malcolm had almost put him through the locker when he'd warned him off. The next class change, he'd seen the maintenance man trying to puzzle out how the metal door of the locker had been bent out of shape, and his Alpha had rumbled in satisfaction, Protect mate. Mine.