This is the second book to Alpha and Omega. If you haven't read that, this probably won't make sense so you should go read that one first. If you have read the first one, thanks for sticking around to read this one. Enjoy!

Mitch has been a rogue since he was 10. He is 19 now. One night he accidentally crosses the land of one of the biggest packs of the continent. Unfortunately for Mitch the pack does not like rogues. Mitch gets thrown in the cells of the pack. What he doesn't know is that Scott Hoying is the alpha of the pack. Scott hates rogues. He soon realises this rogue is very special to him. This has smut, but I put warning in every chapter so if you don't like smut you can still read.

Mitch is an Omega. He graduated school two years ago and has been with his Alpha since then. He had been abusing him for those two years and would've killed him, if it weren't for a kind Alpha, Scott.

Scott was abused, Mitch was abandoned, and Kirstie was raped. All living in the same city, but knowing nothing of each other until they all find each other on the streets. On their way to find new pack members, Beta Kevin and Alpha Avi just happen to smell them. Will all three get accepted? Will they get along with their potential pack? Lets find out. COMPLETED

Coming home from being drafted for over two years, Scott stumbled apon a stray Omega alone on the streets. He brought the Omega to his home and everything changed then.

Out of the blue, "I kinda liked it you know." Mitch said quietly. "What?" I asked confused. "The kiss." Mitch stated with no emotion whatsoever. "Oh"was all I could get out.

"Police! Open up!" I yell, banging again. I steel myself as this time I hear the locks click-clunk and see the door pull back slowly to reveal a half-naked blond bear of a man, who fucking towers over me. He's standing, blocking the doorway, with a frying pan in one hand and an aerosol can in the other. His face is flushed, his chest heaving with exertion, eyes wide with adrenaline, and his bare torso is glistening with sweat. He adjusts the grip on the pan and I see the muscles of that arm ripple underneath the monochrome sleeve that adorns it. Shit. Why the fuck did I not call for back up? (Aka the failed one shot. From the ship that sails itself.) Some content is mature. Caution advised, but specific trigger warnings will be given where appropriate. Note: AWOOGA is used to label the dirrrrrrty chapters.

Mitch was a fan way before he got the job. Can he balance friendship with fandom? Can he remain professional without revealing his inner fangirl? Is that even possible?

not sure if I'll ever return to this story but feel free to read :) When Mitch joins University and is thrown into a flat with three boys that hate him, he thinks that nothing can make it better. Until a tall blonde greets him in the elevator - mysterious, perhaps dangerous, yet endearing. Scott Hoying impacts Mitch's life in a way he never thought was possible. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mitch Grassi..." He breathes, a smirk growing on his face, "nice to meet you." I take my card, a small blush emerging on my cheeks as Blondie stays stood opposite me, almost making me feel pressured to stay pinned up against the wall. The elevator doors ding open as the guy turns away from me, walking away with his head turned over his shoulder and his eyes still on me. "W-what's your name?" I stutter, pressing a button to keep the doors open. He turns towards me, walking backwards down the corridor of the second floor. He laughs, raising his brow, "See you around, Mitch Grassi." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mitch is a junior at NYU majoring in fashion. He takes an intro to cinema class for fun, but what's NOT fun is how hard he's crushing on the hot grad student teaching it. Okay, maybe it's kinda fun. FLUFFY because I'm me, but also vaguely angsty. This fic would probably be classified as student/teacher, but even if that's not normally your cup of tea, you might like this one. It's really not gross or uncomfy and they're aged 21 and 24 so there's nothing sketchy. Updates at least once a week!