Hi. Sorry. Can't stop thinking about massive Alpha Simon held up in a corner overlooking a bar. Glaring at anyone and everyone. Tough OP. Johnny's in the hospital, Kyle is sitting with him, and John is dangling someone over a ledge right now. His whole Alpha Pack is trying to mend itself together and here he is. Getting drunk.
Doesn't matter. Not when your table can't stop looking, can't stop whispering, can't stop licking their chops over this massive Alpha with the biggest attitude, biceps, thighs—and everything in between—around.
You aren't being so obvious, but you can't help but look too. You know you aren't the one that will get taken in the bathroom. Or alleyway. Or to wherever this Alpha calls his den. No, that's for your Omega friends who dragged you out of your cubby (you call an apartment) and begged you to hang out. Ypu knew that it's safer for an Omega to have a Beta around, someone who will make sure the Omegas were looked after and safe, but even if you were being used as a babysitter, you still enjoyed everyone's company.
Except for the Alpha who caught the attention of all of your friends. Who made their sweet, syrupy scents fluff up and drown the entire table, and flowing throughout the bar to reach him. Who giggled, twirled their hair, their gum, the straw in their drink, as they eyefucked him and begged for him to take one of them. Maybe all of them.
It's happened before. Long night for you, staying out in the hallway as it happened, all to make sure that they got home safely.
You couldn't help it. You couldn't just leave. You had to help. You had to make sure the Omegas were okay. You just couldn't walk.
You figured it would be the same as before. Your stomach twisted and you wished you could have more to drink, but you knew you shouldn't.
Poor Beta. Taking care of everyone else, but never you, huh?
Probably why Simon can't stop looking at you. Drinking you in as you starting drinking water. As you buy the entire table food and make sure the Omegas ate.
Yeah, they're beautiful. They can get him going. He knows they are absolutely Johnny's type, but you...little Beta.
You have the Alphas attention.
Maybe it's why everyone is surprised when a special meal, a sheppards pie, is placed in front of you. You couldn't even tell the bartender that you didn't order it before he points to Simon in the corner and leaves.
Everyone is shocked, you included.
Your mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water. Everyone is staring at you like you sabotaged them. Like you did this on purpose.
Providing food, a meal, nutrients, to another was beyond words. Providing for someone who you didn't know was unheard of, unless it's an Alpha wanting an Omega.
Your shoulders drop, and you know what had happened. He smelt someone else and thought it was you.
Wasn't the first time it'd happen. Won't be the last. Begrudgingly, and with the stares of your friends as you slowly walked over to his table holding the delicious smelling, warm and most perfect pie (its your favorite. You eat one every birthday dinner, just as a little treat for yourself) and stop in front of him.
He can't stop smiling.
The curl of his lips, like he won a prize. The scars tugging his flesh in opposite ways, but spoke to your instincts and told you that he was a survivor. That he had been through war, battles, trials. He had clawed his way out of hell and lived to tell the tale. His brown eyes, almost black under the warm lighting, gleamed with a sense of pride.
Little Beta wanted to eat the meal with the Alpha that provided it. How sweet.
"I-I think you made a mistake, Alpha." Your voice was soft, but strong. You wavered, but you kept eye contact as you told the biggest Alpha around that he was wrong.
Fuck, Simon was so hard under the table.
"Mm, that right, little Beta?" You nodded your head, turning your head to look back at your table before stopping, slowly turning back to the predator before with wide eyes.
"I-uh, I'm sorry. You know I'm a Beta?" Your eyebrows twisted together, confusion heavily coming off you, and Simon could feel the beginning of his knot slowly form. He groaned lowly, free hand gripping his cock over his pants and squeezing. The motion is not lost on you, and Simon smirked as your pupils widened and your breath hitched.
"Of course, sweet thing. Why else did I get you the pie?" Your shoulders slightly lifted, but you couldn't stop your mouth from watering as the smells of the herbs, the meat, the potatoes filled your lungs with every second you held it. You know you should give it to the Omegas. You know he's toying with you. No Alpha actually wants a Beta—
"Gotta get your strength for tonight, Beta. No quittin' on me while I'm knotting you, got it?"
And oh....if that didn't sink you into the seat directly in front of him, eyes wide with hearts plastered over them as you began to eat in front of him, showing the Alpha what a good Beta you could be. You could listen. You could eat. You could take his knot—
Simon just smiles at you, ignoring your table who is fidgeting to get you back and to get a piece of the Alpha. He encourages you to eat and drink water as he drinks his last beer and surrounds himself with your coy scent, subtle and hidden but there. And growing.
Sweet Beta will be so perfect taking Simon's knot.
Maybe he can get you to stay around. Help take care of his pack.
Maybe he'll give you a reason to stick around (or two).
Lmao this account is like a kasa encyclopaedia. Bless you. ( ˘ ³˘)♥
HAHAHA OMG. I’m sure people would be happy such a thing exists XDDD.
But I’m glad to give him so much love and affection! C: he’s such a precious bean who deserves lots of love! (Yet never gets it because he’s ‘minor’ (stupid))
Anyway, I’m just glad to have met so many people who love him as much as I do! or I somehow make people appreciate him more? And it’s a blessing really.. Because this fandom has such an impact on my heart, just like Kasamatsu haha, so it means a lot when others can love/appreciate him like I do! Because it kind of feels you appreciate me as well?
(IDK what I’m saying.. I’m just rambling a lot XD)
shaking my head if you think it’s vek fault for not having enough character development and for not showing her deep side (which we actually saw in chapter 9) instead of blaming the author for not doing all of these because she's a freaking character and it's his responsibility to give her these things if he wants to be a good writer
Why? Because a new lady at work decided to save her own skin and say my mum threw a glass of water at a senior citizen.
What pissed me off the most is that boss lady decided to believe that liar of a woman who has been working for her for all 3 HOURS instead of my mum that had worked at the retirement home for 8 YEARS.
You know what my mum did? She took it like a f*cking champ and left the retirement home with her head held high. I'm proud of my mum. I'm probably angrier about her getting fired than she is.
