"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 Calvin are going to fix this mess, understood?”
“Of course, Boss,” Waylon answers dutifully.
They should have been looking at the books all along. Now Alpha Victor is looking like a fool in someone’s eyes. The only solace is that it won’t be for long. Alpha Victor is ready to break some fingers.
Ariadne drives down the street, soft rain patters against the windshield, periodically being cleaned by the wipers. It’s relaxing. The Omega is still Denning, filling up Victor’s car with muddled mint. The Alpha loves it. As concerning as it is, he’s starting to crave it. Just the hint of it makes him that much more comfortable.
Victor starts dinner, rage cooking helps him cope. He dons his apron, ties his hair into a not-quite ponytail, and starts furiously peeling and slicing potatoes. The Alpha can hear Ariadne restlessly wandering the house. It’s normal. It’s part of the Denning. Pretty soon, the whole house will smell like the Omega. Victor’s giddy at the prospect.
Ariadne shuffles into the kitchen dressed in something oversized and cottony. She pauses at the doorway. A look of utter shock crosses her features. Victor looks up briefly before flickering back to the chopping board.
Ariadne’s hovering.
“What?” Victor manages. He already knows what. He looks nothing like an Alpha should. He has a tie in his hair, a frilly, polka dot apron on. He’s cubing carrots like a star chef.
“Can I help?” Ariadne finally asks. “I’m sorry I’m so useless. I just can’t stand still.”
“Finish chopping this,” Victor decides. “I’ll start browning the lamb chops.”
Even in this modern-day, four out of five wolves still prefer lamb to almost any other meat. Ariadne hums happily, taking the knife from Victor’s hand. Just briefly their fingers graze over one another.
The moment is electric, shooting up Victor’s arm. The Alpha tries to ignore it, but even after, the sensation still ghosts over his brain.
He starts frying up the chops, letting the heat char up the sides to busy himself. It’s mechanical though.
All Victor can focus on is Ariadne now, how she smells, how she looks all sweaty and flushed. It is hard to believe that magnetism is one-sided, especially with the Omega’s reaction. Does she feel it too?
“I’m done,” Ariadne eventually says, moving her head from side to side, cracking her neck, “What else can I do?”
“Grab me a baking pan from the shelf,” Victor says quickly. Ariadne does so, placing it on the counter. Victor greases it up, puts the two chops on it, and then layers on the potatoes and carrots. With a flick of his wrist, he preheats the oven.
“You look like you know what you’re doing,” Ariadne comments.
Victor sprinkles a generous amount of salt, lemon pepper, and thyme on the baking pan. Then he slides the thing into the oven, before setting a timer.
“It’ll be done in twenty-five minutes,” Victor says, taking his hair tie off, and his apron too.
“You’re an interesting person,” Ariadne notes, making her exit, but turning back to see if Victor is following. He is.
Ariadne settles on the couch, absentmindedly rubbing one of the cushions against her glands. “You’re really nothing like any Alpha I’ve ever met.”
Victor sits on the opposite side, “I’m exactly like every Alpha you’ve met, only better.”
Ariadne smiles at that, eyes going soft. But then suddenly, she catches herself. Her face goes straight. She turns pink and she quickly puts the couch cushion down. “Sorry, I can’t help it. It must stink in here. I’ll open some windows.”
Victor shakes his head, “I like it. You have a really nice scent.”
Ariadne looks blank for a whole minute before she turns a deep red. “W-What?”
“It’s like mint, but also sweet like vanilla,” Victor offers. “That’s what you smell like. It’s almost like a drug.”
The Omega looks confused. “So, I don’t smell bad?”
“Who told you that?” Victor is curious, “I guess everyone has their preferences.”
Ariadne lowers her gaze to the floor, the deep red flush, not lightening one bit, “Victor?”
“Hmm.” The Alpha's so relaxed. He lays his head back on the couch and stares up at the ceiling.
“Thank you,” Ariadne says, softly. Victor shoots up to look at her, to make sure he didn’t imagine it. The Omega is looks mortified. “Thank you for saving me that night. I was- I was in a bad place.”
Victor can’t speak properly for a moment. He just looks at Ariadne, drinking in the woman’s beauty. The Alpha in him is compelled to speak the truth. “I don’t know why I saved you. I’m not a good man. I’ve left plenty of people to die in the gutter. As many as I let die, I’ve killed even more.”
Ariadne studies him, blue eyes lighting up with consideration. “I know what you are. But still, thank you, okay.”
Before anything else can be said, a timer buzzes. The food is ready. Victor lingers a bit before heading to the kitchen. He pulls out the chops, which are juicy and crisp. He plates it while Ariadne carries the wine to the dining table, vintage and red.
The two eat quietly. Victor remembers that he had a set of keys for Ariadne made earlier in the day. He checks the drawer to see if it’s there. It is. There are two keys and one fob. The fob is for the gate, the keys are for the front and back door. There’s also a little golden keychain with Ariadne’s name etched into it.
“Before I forget,” Victor says, tossing the thing to the Omega, who drops a fork in order to catch it, “I had these made for you.”
Ariadne studies them for a long, long time. “You’re giving me house keys?”
“I don’t want to keep you if you don’t want to be here,” Victor says, sounding so noble.
That’s a lie. If Ariadne doesn’t come back, Victor will personally stalk her down and bring her back. But it’s a sweet lie. He hopes it will make the Omega happy for the time being.
Ariadne looks up, tears in her eyes. “Stop.”
That is not what Victor is expecting.
The Omega looks utterly shaken. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what?” Victor cocks his head.
Ariadne looks so conflicted. There’s a pain in her eyes and along with the curl of her mouth. She slams her fist on the table. “Stop playing with me.”
Before Victor can respond, Ariadne is running up the stairs. The Alpha hears a door slam above him. This has somehow taken a turn for the worst. Alpha Victor is at a loss for words. It takes him two minutes to shake himself out of his stupor before he follows after Ariadne.
The Omega has locked herself in the guest room. “Leave me alone!”
Victor feels like a d*ck but he fishes out the skeleton key and opens the door. Ariadne is curled up into the corner of the bed. Her eyes are red-rimmed, “Get out.”
“Explain to me what’s happening,” Victor asks. “It’s just a house key.”
“Just stop it all,” Ariadne hisses, frustratedly. “Stop doing all of it.”
“I don’t understand,” Victor says honestly.
“Stop looking at me like that!” Ariadne tosses the house keys at him. “Like I matter. And making me feel like this. Why? Do you think that it doesn’t hurt me when you throw me away? When you get bored of me?”
Victor has no intention of harming Ariadne in any way. But all the same, he feels terrible.
Ariadne is sobbing into her hands, unable to take complete breaths, “I’m a person. I’m not a fucking toy.”
“I’m sorry,” Victor whispers. “Tell me what I can do to make this better.”
Ariadne hurls a pillow at him. She’s furious, red-faced, and her scent is so fucking intoxicating, Victor can’t think straight. It’s an Omega in distress, his Omega. It has the Alpha calm and focused, completely mesmerized.
Victor's running on instinct and adrenaline. He closes in on Ariadne, extending his hand. Things like this are obsolete in a modern wolf’s life. There should be nothing that can’t be solved with words. Why can’t they just use words?
It’s the Old Way.
Victor's not even sure he can do it anymore. He hasn’t since he was a child before social norms bred it out of him. Alpha Victor clears his throat, testing his voice, then he howls, low and calm. Howls are not like Alpha or Omega calls. Howls are available to everyone, and they only serve one purpose.
To find the way home.
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
“I’ll kill them both,” Victor snarls. “I swear it.”Ariadne shivers. “You can’t. He’ll- promise me you won’t go after him. I-I don’t want anything to happen to you.”“Tell me who he is,” Victor demands.Ariadne's eyes swirl with pain. “No, I won’t. I’m asking you as a friend, not to put yourself in danger. You don’t know what I know. Please.”Victor locks his jaw. “Fine. For now. But you can’t expect me, to do nothing. He hurt you.”Ariadne's whole body starts shivering. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”Victor wants to stop Ariadne. She’s still in post-heat, prone to impulse. But the Alpha finds that he can’t.The Omega rubs her glands against Victor's. Ariadne's scenting him, out of fear, neediness, confusion, Victor doesn’t know.“Ariadne,” Victor growls. &ld
Omegas are rare, but, about 80 percent of the omegas are female, only 20 percent are male omegas. And male omegas are sold at a higher price in the black market. And you can think how rare is the man standing in front of him. It’s a male silver Omega, almost as rare as an Albino. Okay, not almost, very rare. His hair is wavy and shiny, and his eyes are bright green. His neck is unmarked meaning he’s unmated. Aesthetically, the Omega is stunning, not quite as beautiful as Ariadne though, in Victor’s opinion. What Alpha Victor sees as valuable merchandise. Ariadne's reaction has Victor confused. Ariadne hops up from the table and throws her arms around the Omega, who starts crying into her shoulder. “Edward,” Ariadne sobs, “I thought I’d never see you again. How-I-are you okay? Are you hurt?” The Omega called Edward is equally emotional. “I missed you so much. I thought they killed you. I-I thought you were dead, Aria.” Victor buf