Victor lays Ariadne down on the bed, but the Omega is holding on tight, baby koala levels. The Alpha has to pry her fingers off. It’s painful to do so, both physically, and emotionally. Victor wants to stay, curl up in bed with Ariadne. But he can only imagine how the Omega would react upon waking up.
“You’d probably try to claw my eyes out,” Victor whispers to the slumbering woman.
The peaceful look on Ariadne’s face quickly evaporates. With every step Victor takes away from her, the Omega grows more agitated, a tempered look marring her stunning features.
Victor sighs, chest tight. He flips the switch off and proceeds to the guest bedroom. The Alpha takes a quick shower before he fits himself between the sheets. He finds that he isn’t comfortable no matter how he repositions. But he’s so tired that he doesn’t care. Within five minutes, he falls fast asleep.
He’s not sure how long he’s been out when he hears the first cry. Agonizing, fearful, lost. Victor’s eyes pop open. It’s coming from the master bedroom. Ariadne is in some sort of trouble. His Alpha brain screams at him to get up. Still muddled, and clumsy from sleep, Victor dashes over, stubbing his toes on various objects.
Ariadne is in trouble. There’s no time to think about keeping his toes safe.
When Victor finally makes his way to the suite, he realizes Ariadne is not in the envisioned perilous danger. The Omega is having a nightmare. Upon moving closer, Alpha Victor hears the words in between the desperate cries.
“Please,” Ariadne begs in her sleep, “Don’t hurt me anymore.”
That’s tragic. Victor's frantic. He can’t stand it. He’s not sure about the science of nightmares, but he decides to wake Ariadne up by gently shaking her.
“Hey,” Victor whispers, “Wake up, it’s-”
In an eye blink, Ariadne’s nails are crushing into Victor’s windpipe. Her gaze is wide with terror. Victor curses himself. The Omega is in a position to rip his throat out. How could he put himself in such a vulnerable state?
“-just a dream,” Victor chokes out.
It is an eternity in the five seconds it takes Ariadne to come to her senses. Her eyes flicker with recognition, and she lets Victor go.
“You’re supposed to let people sleep through their nightmares,” Ariadne groans, throwing a hand over her eyes.
Science, right.
“Sorry,” Victor manages to whisper. The Alpha slowly steps backward, “I’ll let you get back to sleep.”
Even in the darkness, Ariadne’s blue eyes are visible, luminous, and bright. Right now they shine with panic. “Wait.”
The Alpha in him stills as if waiting on orders.
“Can you-” Ariadne loses her nerve and looks away.
Victor stands like a stone statue, but it’s hard. Waves of emotion well up inside his body. His mind keeps thinking of increasingly dangerous things, images painted in heat, the sweet smell of mint, soft exhales of pleasure.
“Can I what?” Victor asks jaw clenched.
“Nothing,” Ariadne finally says. “Nevermind.”
Victor wants to press the issue, but it’s late at night, banking on early morning, and he doesn’t want to stress the Omega anymore. “Get some rest.”
The Alpha is at the door when he hears a broken, submissive cry. Every nerve in his body comes alive. Using wolf calls is outdated in modern life. The eloquence of language has basically made it obsolete. Alphas don’t need to use their call to get their pack to fall in line. They simply have to say, ‘Get the f*ck in line.’
“Damn,” Ariadne hisses.
Victor turns around. The Omega is covering her mouth, lest another sound escape. The Omega call is different from an Alpha’s. It isn’t used to get a pack in line or to exert control. The Omega call is a way to alert a pack of their extreme agitation, or distress, their need for comfort, if they are in danger, or if they want affection.
Ariadne seals her hand over her mouth, fighting her own body. Her call has degraded into soft whimpers. Why is she doing this? If she needs something, why doesn’t she just use her words?
“What’s wrong?” Victor asks softly, unable to move from the spot. He doesn’t have the strength, not with Ariadne like this.
Ariadne refuses to meet Victor’s eyes. Instead, she starts her counting again, trying to calm herself down. But at the number seven another call- more desperate and needy than the first- fights its way out of her mouth.
“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck,” Ariadne curses, tears streaming out of her eyes.
Victor takes a step back into the room, and towards the bed. Gradually, the calling stops, and quiet, tearful, cries take their place. It occurs to Victor that Ariadne is too proud to ask him to stay. But the Omega in her is beyond her control.
Victor wiggles into the empty portion of the bed, careful not to touch Ariadne who’s lying still on the other side.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ariadne spits.
“Sleeping in my bed, in my house,” Victor answers casually.
“Get the f*ck out,” the Omega says sternly.
Victor doesn’t respond, he simply rubs at his scent glands with his palms, quickening the diffusion process. Ariadne flushes, even in the darkness, Victor can tell she’s taken aback.
“W-What are you doing?” Ariadne stutters.
“Aren’t Omega’s supposed to find Alpha scents calming?” Victor says neutrally. “So like, take a f*cking breath, and calm the f*ck down.”
Ariadne frowns, her breathing suddenly becoming shallow. “Get out.”
Victor continues to rub his glands. He can’t smell it himself, but he knows there must be a strong aroma now. It overwhelms the mint in the room, nullifying it.
“Stop that,” Ariadne hisses.
“I’m gonna stay,” Victor says easily. “You can’t expect me to leave after that call.”
Ariadne flushes bright pink. It’s getting light out, and her eyes are turning grayish as they catch the morning hues.
“W-what call?” Ariadne pretends.
“That distress call,” Victor clarifies as Ariadne reddens even more. “You want me here. Just say so. God, is it that hard?”
“I don’t want you here,” Ariadne replies, eyes shaking. “I want you to leave.”
Victor stares at her hard. Then he sighs, crawls off the bed, makes his way towards the door. He hears it again, Ariadne calling for him.
“Damn it,” Ariadne curses, tears streaming again. “Why is this f*cking happening? Why are you doing this to me?”
Victor is frustrated but he is more worried than agitated by Ariadne’s mixed signals, “I can stay. It doesn’t mean anything. I won’t- I would never touch you unless you wanted me to.”
Ariadne searches Victor’s face for something. At the same time, she seems to be calculating again. Finally, with a resigned sigh, “Okay. Okay, just for tonight.”
It’s almost dawn now. The night has already passed. But Victor doesn’t want to argue anymore. He just wants to sleep for a few more hours, before he has to hit the Head Quatres. The Alpha shuffles back into the bed and closes his eyes.
Ariadne's scent grows ever sweeter as she calms down and falls asleep. Victor realizes that there are two sides to Ariadne. There is the proud, arrogant portion of her, that fights against her appointed biology and lot in life. There is also the soft, wanting Omega in her that wants to be protected and loved. Victor has only known Ariadne for two days. But he’s already falling hard, for both sides of this beautiful woman.
And it f*cking hurts.
It hurts because Ariadne is hurting. Victor has never allowed such a vulnerability near him. He knows he is small for an Alpha, dainty, not the archetype. He has built himself a pack on removing any softness he might feel. Ariadne is destroying that unknowingly. In the past two days, Victor has felt more than he has in the last two years.
It’s frightening.
When Victor wakes up, golden yellow light is blaring into the room. It’s probably late morning by now. He turns to check on Ariadne only to find that the Omega is gone. Ariadne is gone. Where she was sleeping before is now empty. she’s gone. His Omega is gone.
“Ariadne,” Victor shouts, panicked. The man tears out of bed and thunders down the stairs. “Where are you?”
What if she left? What if Victor never sees her-
Ariadne is in the kitchen. She looks to be making breakfast. After the panic wears off, Victor starts to smell something burning.
“What are you doing in here?” Victor asks, fully aware of how crazy he looks in the morning. His hair probably looks like a poorly constructed bird’s nest. Ariadne, on the other hand, is already dressed and looking like she belongs on the front page of the magazine cover.
“Making this peace offering,” Ariadne says with a slight smirk. It’s just the corner really, the left one pulling upward. It’s aggravating and charming at the same time.
Ariadne shoves a plate at the Alpha.
It’s a charred bagel with a smear of cream cheese on it.
“A peace offering?” Victor asks.
Ariadne frowns just a little now, and a warm salmon starts to coat her cheeks. “For ruining your first edition comic. And for what happened last night. It’s a thank you, don’t be a f*cking prick about it okay?”
“Your thank you is accepted,” the Alpha says finally. He takes a bite of the bagel. It’s not edible. But since Ariadne made it for him, it is edible. He takes another mouthful, willing himself not to grimace.
“Look, I just figured I’d rile you up,” Ariadne explains, “see how angry you can get, how bad it’ll be if I stay here. Worst-case scenario, you would have roughed me up and kicked me out.”
Victor would have never laid a single finger on Ariadne. His stomach is turning at the thought, or maybe it’s the bagel.
“So, did I pass your fucked up test?” Victor asks after a beat. “For the record, I may be a scumbag, but I have standards. I’m not going to hit someone I invited into my house as a guest. Do you really want to leave that bad? Well then, just go. No one is stopping you.”
For the real record, that is a bluff. Victor would definitely be hard-pressed if Ariadne decided to leave.
“You did pass,” Ariadne answers, “and I don’t want to leave anymore. I’m starting to think this Stockholm business is real.”
Victor is elated. He is glad that wolves have evolved out of their ears and tails, a hallmark of the past millennia. The Alpha is sure if he had a tail, it’d be wagging really hard right now.“-I want to upgrade. Earn my keep. I can be like a roommate. I’m actually not the worst person to live with,” Ariadne continues. “I can make you a richer man if you pull me off chauffeur duty.”Victor would let Ariadne stay even if she ate all the ice cream and walked around in fuzzy slippers every day. In fact, that would be the ideal situation. If Ariadne wanted to work for him, really work for him, that was another beast.“What exactly can you do?” Victor asks.Ariadne seems surprised at Victor’s response, like the chance given to her is actually precious. “I know what I am and what everyone sees me as. An albino Omega female is a trophy, a fucking w*ore for the highest buyer. I’m not just a hole to
"Someone is stealing from me,” Victor repeats, hands balled into fists. Ariadne looks worried. The Omega takes a step back. Her bright, blue eyes are suddenly filled with alarm, almost banking on fear. Victor bites at the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood.Not here. This is not the place nor the time. Ariadne is still present. Victor must hold back the blackness that’s eating him on the inside. He doesn’t want to frighten Ariadne away.“Let’s go home, yeah,” Victor finally says, taking the stairs through the basement and out the back. Ariadne follows behind, several paces. It’s further than Victor would like, different from their normal dynamic.Once seated in the car, Victor makes a call, explaining the situation to Waylon.“I want you to look over all the ledgers tonight, all of them,” Victor spits into the phone. “Don’t even think about sleeping. You and Calv
Ariadne looks so defeated, pained, conflicted. She scans around the room, agitated and scared.Victor howls again, trying his best to be soothing. Finally, the Omega locks eyes with him. She’s an animal, wild and frightened. Victor stares at her softly, hand still extended, inching forward.With an agonizing cry, Ariadne leans into Victor's hand. She twists her head, showcasing her scent glands. Her eyes are half-closed; her mouth is drawn into a line. This is a submission.It makes Victor's stomach turn. Ariadne doesn’t have to submit to him, she doesn’t have to be afraid of him. Never him.“I’m sorry,” Victor whispers. “It’s okay. Just talk to me.”Ariadne breaks into choked-up cries, moving all the way into Victor's space, burying her nose into Victor's neck. Utter and complete submission.This isn’t like Ariadne at all.The Om
They couldn’t have gone far. Victor can still smell Ariadne. She’s near, maybe just a mile or two away. The Alpha’s mind is racing. He can’t do his usual fanfare, rally the troops, executes a well-planned rescue. He needs Ariadne back right now, at whatever cost.It’s broad daylight. Even in the cloak of darkness, what Victor is about to do, is still extremely forbidden.The Alpha’s body is shivering. His clothes start to itch against his skin. All he can imagine is Ariadne, tied up in the back seat of some car, getting further and further away.Victor uses his last shred of sanity to call Waylon, “Ariadne is been taken. Set up the rooks. I’m going wild.”“Boss, don’t-”Victor ducks into an alley, having barely enough decency to do that. He tears off his clothing, feeling the body tremors course through him.It’s just not done anymore, calling,
Victor suppresses the urge to smile. He’s glad he’s not the only one affected.Seeing Ariadne in a towel, still dripping wet from the shower, hair still soaped up. It isn’t fair. But there’s at least a game now.The Alpha walks over to the private bathroom, fills the tub, and soaks for the better part of an hour. He feels ‘human again’ when he steps out and wraps a robe around himself. He finds Ariadne resting on his bed, instead of occupying the guest room.“Are you feeling okay?” Victor asks.Ariadne is reading, the picture of ease. But she still has rope burns on her wrists and ankles. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. That could have gone much worse.”Victor takes his chances and crawls on the bed, slotting himself next to Ariadne. “You were kidnapped today. They hurt you.”“What?” Ariadne frowns. “I’m not hurt. They didn’t touch me.&rd
“Ariadne?” Victor calls.Ariadne is awake. She’s crumpled in on herself at the edge of the bed. “Victor?”“What’s wrong?” Victor asks, sitting up and hitting the lights.God, the smell, it’s so strong. This can’t be Denning anymore. This is-Victor's hand catches something moist on the sheets near Ariadne's side. It takes a minute for the Alpha to realize what it is. This is-“I don’t feel good, Victor,” Ariadne whines, “I’m so hot. I think I need a doctor.”Victor scrambles over, tossing the comforter away. Ariadne is soaked through in her own slick, knee tucked in, clutching her gut.She’s in heat.“I’m sick,” Ariadne groans, “Call 911. It hurts so bad.”Several things hit Victor at once. Ariadne doesn’t know what’s happening right now because it’s never happened before.
Victor wakes up, stretching out. He wonders where Ariadne is and how the Omega is doing.So he gets up and decides it’s safe enough to go upstairs. The Alpha notices that the staircase is completely clean. Ariadne must have gotten up at some point, and felt well enough to mop.God, that was a lot of fucking slick. Victor's wolf batters at that. But it’s over now. Ariadne is back to her normal-Victor opens the door to the bedroom. It’s immediately clear that he should have knocked first.Ariadne is on the bed, on her knees, presenting to no one in particular.Her hand is reaching back. She’s got three whole fucking fingers in her *****. She’s pumping them really hard. Her other hand is on her breast, kneading furiously. But instead of looking please, she just looks frustrated, tears painting her cheeks.Oh, fuck! They lock eyes.The Omega shouts, rolling around and tossing the covers over herself. “
“E-even if I won’t let you mate me?” Ariadne asks.Victor knows something is up but he doesn’t dwell on it.Ariadne's made many comments on the subject of remaining unmated. But Victor doesn’t want to pry. “That’s your choice and I respect it.”It’s the right answer. Ariadne whimpers and cuddles in with Victor. “Thank you.”The energy that swirls around them is more than a connection of convenience. The Alpha tries to stave off those thoughts. It’s a balance of Ariadne's need to remain unattached, and the growing fondness he has for the Omega, his Omega.Absentmindedly, Ariadne plays with Victor's hands, thumbing at the skin of his palms gently. The Omega smells so sweet right now and looks utterly content.Victor's comforted and pleased the Omega. It fills the Alpha with satisfaction and a scorching pride.“Thank you for everything,” Ariadne says slee