1001 Love Stories Darker

Weak pt.2

I never saw him as weak, even from the moment we met.

"He's an omega, a strong one too, any kids you have with him will no doubt have that fighting spirit." My father told me and I sat across from him. Furry written on his face.

"Yeah, kids that I'm sure will make excellent heads one day, provided they aren't omegas." His father spoke and he clenched his fist tighter to the point his knuckles were turning white.

He didn't deserve this. To be sold like he was a car or animal.

I wanted to protect him, I cursed myself for it. I told myself that it was my alpha instants that said I was supposed to protect my omega.

But it's been two years and I know now he doesn't need to be protected. Hell, I think at times I need protection against him.

He's the definition of strong and even now. I love him.

*

I woke up to the blaring of the smoke alarm and I instantly rush downstairs to see him taking a frying pan to the stove and causing massive amounts of damage.

"Hey, Adam. Let's take it from a ten to a two before you blow us both up." I say grabbing him and he glares at me strong enough for me to take a few steps back to prevent myself from getting the same treatment.

"It burned my eggs, my muffins, and my hand, it has to die." He says and I smile taking the frying pan from him.

"I'm sure it didn't mean it, and is dreadfully sorry," I tell him and he only takes a deep breath before walking away and I clean up his in fact burned eggs, and muffins.

When I'm done I return to our room to find him face down on the bed.

"I just wanted to make you breakfast. How can I be a good wife if I can't even work a stove?" He says angrily and I fell my heart flutter.

"Adam, you are already so amazing. Plus I can cook and it makes me happy. You don't see me going around and beating people up so don't try and take the things I like to do." I tell him and he sits up.

"I don't like to beat people up." He says and I only pull him into my arms.

"I just wanted my dad to see me as strong. But now I don't wanna be powerful and strong, I want to be your wife." He says and its an arrow through my heart.

"And you better not tell anyone I said that or I'll peel off your scrotum like an orange." He says and I feel my nuts clinch.

"I swear I won't," I tell him and he only lays his head on me.

"But if you want to be a good wife then you have to make me happy, and in order to make me happy, you have to love me lots and keep being you. That's enough." I tell him and he looks down.

"I can't keep being me if I was never even me, to begin with." He whispers and I only kiss his head.

"Then why don't we find out who you are together," I tell him and he only looks slightly happy.

"Then, will you mate with me?" He asks and I only smile.

"Definitely," I say before kissing his lips.

*

"What can I be to make you happy?" He says sitting across from me and I smile.

"I don't know. You." I tell him and he glares.

"Ok what do you think is your dream mate." He asks and I smile more.

"I don't know. You." I tell him and he clinches his fist.