break this bond

Rowen had never really lived in a time where omegas were treated like slaves. In this day, they were still fighting for equality and rights, but it wasn't like when her parents had been young. Luckily enough for her, the alpha of her family had been kind and had raised her to be her own person, to take care of herself. Her parents had told her stories from their childhoods when omegas couldn't even leave their homes without their alpha, and even though it seemed like omegas still had a lot to push for, Rowen couldn't imagine a life like that.

What she was doing tonight would be impossible if she lived in the world her mother had grown up in. Tonight, her and a couple of her other friends were going out bar hopping. A group of unclaimed omegas. While it was just supposed to be a night of fun, Ro still couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid, a little nervous... It wasn't often she stayed out so late, especially around the bar scene. It didn't help that she was only almost twenty, the ID she carried in her purse to get her into the bars, a blatant fake. But it had worked.

"Would you loosen up?" Kate smiled, pushing a bright blue shot in her direction. Picking the small glass up, Rowen lifted it to her nose and took a sniff. All she could smell was sugar. That was probably a good thing. Rowen wasn't sure why she had felt so on edge, she had taken her suppressants that morning and that that should be enough to cover her scent, or at least mask it. And they were in such a tiny, crowded bar. Scents were everywhere, it was almost impossible to pin point down just one...

Slowly lifting the glass to her lips, Ro felt a cold chill run down her spine. Her head snapped to the left, towards what she thought was a powerful, alluring scent, but she kept her gaze down, not wanting to make eye contact with whoever it was. It was an overbearing scent, and now that her nose had locked on to it, she couldn't shake it. It smelled like the forest after a heavy rain, but musky too, like a bonfire. It reminded her of summer. Closing her eyes, she threw back the shot, but continued to hold the glass tightly in her hand.

Rowen forced herself to glance out of the corner of her eye, and immediately she saw who the scent was coming from. He was a soldier, that was clear. The man still wore his dirty green t-shirt that had the american flag patched on the side, his last name stitched on the left side above his chest. Syverson. Ro could read it from where she sat. There had been a parade in their little town earlier, welcoming home the troops who had returned from overseas after the war. The smell of it was all over him, but not enough to hide his true scent. Looking back towards her friends, she eyed up the bartender asked for another shot. Anything to try and distract herself from the man she couldn't get out of her mind. The omega inside of her was trembling, begging to go to the stranger. His scent would smell so good mixed up in hers, honey and fields of lavender.

The thought alone terrified her. Again, she knew she had been lucky to grow up in a home with such a sensitive, caring alpha for a father, but she had been told again and again that that was a rare occurrence. Ro had never wanted to be taken by an alpha, and so far she had done a good job of avoiding them.

"Maybe we should get out of here?" She leaned towards her friend when the bartender brought out her second shot. "There's so many people in here, I'm feeling a little claustrophobic..."

Syverson was on edge. It was only the second night since he had gotten home, the night before had been spent with his beta. The woman was always waiting for Sy to get home, always offering a warm place to put his dick without much effort that needed to be done on his part. She took care of him when he needed it so Sy saw no reason to end the relationship. She was submissive where Sy needed her to be. Syverson was the sort of alpha that didn't take well with his partner doing anything other than absolute submission. He had always been that way, he thought that was why the military had been a natural draw for him.

His beta understood one thing very clearly about Sy when he got home. Being overseas, he had been on suppressants so that he could remain focused on the task at hand. So his mind wouldn't start to wonder to what an omega would feel like wrapped around him or how comforting it would be to have his beta care for him. Not necessarily in a sexual manner even but for then to cook for him, to prepare his bath. So focused on the job at hand, the minute that he got home and the suppressants weren't into his system anymore, it was like he was on a rampage. As much as Sy could pretend to be focused on his beta, he often found himself out at a bar to find another soul to distract him from the rutt that seemed to be the only thing he could focus on. Eight months without a rutt, all of his hormones were out of control.

Leaning against the bar in the corner, Syverson's eyes roamed over the bar. No one was piquing his interest and that was becoming increasingly frustrating him. He knew that if he left this bar without anyone, his poor beta at home would suffer. That had never really been his intention. She was a stronger personality and she would push back if Syverson needed more than what she could give. The thought alone was enough to remind him even if someone didn't particularly catch his eye, he likely needed to find someone to go home with. Or his rutt would only be worse when it finally hit.

Syverson was just debating on which omega to approach when another scent hit his nose. His head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he scented the area. It was subtle, the lavender and honey, but it sent a wave of heat through his body as he bit back a groan. He didn't look up immediately, sipping at his beer as he watched the group of omegas that had just entered the bar out of the corner of his eye. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, Sy couldn't help but smirk when he caught her glancing toward him.

Pushing out of his chair, Sy smirked as he turned toward the omega. He allowed his gaze to roam over her for the first time and it didn't take more than a moment for Syverson to decide that she was who he wanted to bed tonight. Who he was going to bed tonight. He moved through the crowd, coming up behind her with a small smirk settled on his features. he leaned forward, on the bar beside her as he turned to face her.

Even this close to her, Sy could hardly pick up on her scent and it sent his blood boiling. To think someone like her was on suppressants because that was the only logical solution here.

"Omega," Sy murmured, resisting the urge to reach out and set his hands on her. No, he could be patient At least for a moment or two. "May I have the luxury of buying you a drink?"

Rowen's face was already heating up, a red blush tinting her pale face from just the first shot she had taken. She had hoped the liquor would soften her nerves, help her calm down and enjoy herself. Though when she noticed the stranger at the end of the bar stand to his feet, she couldn't help the whimper that came from the back of her throat.

"Leave, but why?" Kate asked, but Rowen noticed how her friend fell silent, her eyes looking over Rowen's shoulder. The stranger's scent washed over Ro, almost suffocating her. Before Rowen could even try to force herself to say something to her friend, her friend and the rest of their little group shuffled away from the bar. Leaving Ro all alone.

"Omega," the stranger's low voice, a thick southern accent, sent a chill down her spine. She could hear the demand in his words, even if it was a question. The way he addressed her made her feel sick to her stomach. Slowly, Rowen turned to look towards him, her gaze flicking up to meet his. His dominate demeanor was smothering her, even for an alpha. His gaze was hard and as he looked down on her, Rowen found herself answering him, her omega deciding before she could even properly assess the situation.

"Of course," she bit down on her bottom lip, eyeing him as he propped himself up on the bar.

Rowen peeled her eyes away from the stranger, to glance down at the second shot she had asked for. Her hand inched back towards it, picking up the square shot glass and lifting it up as she thought about it. Red flags were going off in her mind, knowing she shouldn't take the second shot. Especially if he was going to order her a drink. Everything in her was screaming to stay as sober as possible, to protect herself, to stay safe. Alphas could be dangerous, they could be a nightmare for an omega... Still, Rowen wanted to relax, feeling so tense that all of the muscles in her body were stiff. She didn't listen to her instincts thought, instead, taking the shot and then setting the empty glass back on the bar.

Her friends had just left her, turning and running at just the sight of an alpha approaching. She wanted to be angry, upset that they hadn't stayed to make sure she was safe, but she couldn't blame them. Her friends had been raised like she had, by a loving alpha in a home that fought for omega equality, hearing the terrifying stories of what alphas were capable of. And this stranger didn't look like he was on the front lines of the protests for the omega movement.

She probably would've run away too, had he walked up to someone else in the group.

@ castle.

Syverson didn't think there was a chance in hell as far as Rowen denying his advances. He wasn't an omega and he certainly didn't claim to be but that meant nothing - omegas needed alphas. He was a sought after alpha because he was powerful, he leaned into his instincts and allowed them to be his guiding force. He was not afraid of who he was and he didn't care who knew that he saw no reason to. If he questioned himself or allowed himself to get even the tiniest bit nervous, it could be the difference between life and death out on the field and Syverson, he wasn't going home in less than one piece.

When Rowen agreed, Syverson gave her an encouraging smile. "Good girl," he praised in a low voice. Omegas always liked to know they were doing a good job. That they were pleasing the alpha who had their attention on them. Sy raised his hand and waved over the bartender before glancing toward Rowen with a raised eyebrow. "Whatever the pretty, little omega wants. She can have," he murmured, his eyes locking on hers for a brief moment.

"I'll have another beer," Syverson ordered simply for himself because he saw no need to get fancy at the bar. He wasn't here to get drunk, he was here to find some company for the night. That's all that this was, as far as Syverson was concerned. Though even as he sat beside Rowen, he wondered if that would change. His instincts were begging him to bed Rowen, to make her his. But he had a beta at home.. he bit back a sigh at the thought. At least Elizabeth understood that he wouldn't be home tonight.

"What's your name?" Syverson tested, turning on his stool so that he was facing her a bit more readily. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, wondering just how much he would have to woo her before he got his way. "Tell me. Did I scare your little friends that badly?" He couldn't help but tease, tilting his head to the side as he studied her. "Happy though. Gives me time to have you all to myself," he murmured, having no intention of hiding his intentions.

Rowen glanced up at the bartender as he returned, taking her empty shot glass, but keeping his eyes on Syverson. It was apparent he was the alpha, and even if Rowen didn't smell like him, she was sitting next to him. And that was enough to make the bartender wait for him to allow her to order before he would give his attention to Rowen. "Just ah," Rowen's eyes ran over the board behind the bar, before just settling on ordering a long island. The more the alpha spoke, the sooner Rowen realized how her night would be ending.

The more liquor she could get in her system, the better.

She wondered if her friends would tell her family where she was. If she didn't come home tonight, her mother would no doubt call Kate. Would she tell them their daughter had been approached by an alpha? She could say no, she could leave... But when she looked back towards the stranger, something told her he wasn't the kind to take no for an answer. Her lips parted as she scrambled for an answer, "I guess you did." The young pup was trying her best to come off more confident that she seemed.

"You can call me Ro..." She didn't feel comfortable giving him her full first name. She didn't want him knowing it, especially if she could find a way out of this situation. Her eyes ran up and down him for a moment, "Yours?" Rowen did her best to ignore his comment about having her all to himself. Her eyes scanned the bar around him, hoping to catch sight of her friends. Or had they completely left the bar, that terrified of being approached by a powerful alpha for the first time? If she could spot them, would she try to leave him? After he ordered her a drink. That would be rude.

Rowen flinched when the bartender sat their drinks down, quietly reaching for her glass. Sipping on her drink, she looked at him from under her eyelashes, wondering if she should tell him she's never been with an alpha. Would that possibly make him go easier on her? The longer she sat next to him, the more she regretted ever sneaking into this bar. Here she sat and this alpha probably assumed she was much older than she really was. She hadn't even ever been with anyone and here she goes getting herself in this kind of a mess.

@ castle.

There was a certain level of apprehension that Syverson could feel rolling off of Rowen. As far as he was concerned, she was just a challenge that he could enjoy. After this, he was sure that he wasn't going to see her again. As intriguing as she was, Sy was sure of it. A little smirk settled on his face at the nickname that she gave him because it certainly hadn't been when he was expecting from her. A nickname without giving him the full name? It was a subtle move but it daring an alpha like him, in any regard... Syverson nearly felt bad for Rowen. Someone should have warned her about gaining his attention. His level of determination was unmatched, it was what had led him to do so well in the military. The poor little omega didn't stand a chance.

"If we're going by nicknames..." Syverson trailed off, lifting his drink to his lips to take a long, deliberate sip of his beer. "You can call me Sy, I guess," he relented with a slight nod of his head. He wouldn't let her think that she was being as sly as she had maybe hoped she had been. Syverson's life often depended on his ability to read people, it was a skill that he had developed early on.

Syverson's demeanour started to relax. As much as this omega seemed to want to play some kind of game with him, it didn't seem like Rowen was willing to put up that much of a fight. In a bar surrounded by alphas, it was probably the smartest option that she could have made. Either she went with Sy and she entertained him or she had an entire bar of drunken, angry alphas going after her. Even he knew what choice he would have made if he'd been in her shoes.

"Did you want a snack?" Sy offered after a moment, deciding the least that he could do was accommodate her needs since she seemed to be willing to do as he told her. "You should eat."

It was hard to ignore her inner omega purring, her mind completely fogged by his scent. She almost wanted to lean into his chest to get more of the earthy notes of his scent. Her omega would certainly like that, but she had to stop herself. Rowen could feel a warmth pooling between her thighs and even if her mind knew how dangerous the man sitting next to her was, her body still wanted him. Her inner omega knew he was calling to her and she wanted to answer him.

But she couldn't. It was risky and dangerous and even as she sipped at her drink, her eyes looking anywhere but at his, she knew she needed to find a way to escape him.

Even if Ro wanted to give into her primal urges, and obey every command that dripped from the alphas tongue, it seemed the decision was being made for her. "Ma'am, you need to come with me," a bouncer had walked up behind Ro and it seemed her friends had ratted her out to save her from the alpha. Or at least, attempt to. "Can I see your ID again?" The bouncer appeared to be another alpha, his black T-shirt streching across his muscular chest as he reached a hand out towards her.

Fuck, she swallowed, her face heating up from embarrassment as she slowly sat her drink down on the bar and stepped to her feet. Slipping her hands in her pockets, she tried to find the fake ID, but before she could even try to hand it the bouncer, he was shaking his head. "Your real ID. Or do I need to call the cops? Let's go," he reached out and grabbed Ro's arm in his large hand, beginning to escort her out of the bar.

@ castle.

Syverson's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing dangerously when someone interrupted their conversation. It only took a moment before Syverson realized that it was a bouncer and maybe he would have turned away but now the bouncer was getting in the way of the omega he was seeking. That just wasn't going to do. His brows shot up at the accusation that the bouncer made and before he could even respond, the bouncer was putting his hands on his omega.

Sy let out a low growl as he dropped his glass to the counter. He stood swiftly, squaring his shoulders. Syverson rolled his neck before he took a step forward, reaching out to set his hand on the bouncer's shoulder. "Get your hand off of her," he growled, his gaze darkening when the bouncer turned toward him. Sy's hand dropped but it was clear this wasn't something that he was going to back away from. "Let the omega go. I can escort her home and no cops need to be called. You want the reputation of a minor sneaking past your security? That happens, all the minors are going to know exactly where to come..." Syverson trailed off, the threat hanging heavily between them.

The bouncer's eyes racked over Syverson's form and he seemed to realize that Sy was military - in such a small town, a fight with a man involved in the military? It was enough to make everyone around look at you and judge you whenever you were in public. The bouncer wasn't stupid. His grip loosened on Rowen's arm before he dropped it, giving Sy a pointed look.

"Get her out of here. I don't want to see her back here until after she turns 21," the man bit out, his nose flaring as he tried to contain his own rage.

Sy gave a little smirk as he nodded, his hand settling on Rowen's lower back. "Let's go," he bit out, guiding her toward the front door. He paid no mind to the whispers and the stares that seemed to follow them as they left the bar. Once they were outside, Syverson turned his gaze to Rowen. "How old are you? Now."

Rowen was almost relieved when the bouncer was going to kick her out. Almost. Until the Alpha started to speak and she found herself back in his grip. Almost free. His hand settled on her lower back and she felt a tingle run through her core, the heat between her legs building.

Stepping out into the cold night, Rowen looked up at Syverson and bit down on her bottom lip. "N-Nineteen." Her voice trembled, afraid more of dealing with him than dealing with the cops. She wondered if after all of this trouble, she could just try to leave him, if he'd just let her go. Especially after finding out her age.

"I... I should get home, I think I've gotten into enough trouble for one night," she tried to force a laugh, but it was clear just how spooked the young pup was. "Sorry," Rowen tried to move away from him, wondering if her friends were maybe waiting for her at their car. How else would the bouncer have been tipped off to her fake ID?

Keeping her head down, Rowen hugged her torso and started away from the bar, hoping and praying that the alpha would just leave her alone. That he would just let her walk away and she could find her way home before she found anymore trouble. Her stomach was tied in knots at the thought of being in his hands, being forced to submit to him... She was scared. And still, her omega was crying out for her to turn back to him, or for him to stop her.

@ castle.

Syverson was satisfied with the age that Rowen offered him. There was nothing for him to have to worry about, nothing that would contain him. She had presented as an omega, after all. Opening his mouth to answer her, he stood rooted in his spot when Rowen turned to leave him. Grinding his teeth together, Syverson tried desperately to ignore the swell of anger that washed over him. There was no one on the street that would try to stop him, he was an alpha. Rowen, an unclaimed omega, that was all there was to it. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as she started down the street, away from him.

"Don't you think you need to thank me for buying you a drink? Offering to pay for your food? And perhaps more importantly..." Syverson trailed off as he started down the street, after her. "Saving you from having had the cops called. Is that something you would have preferred that I let happen?" His voice dipped as he caught up to her in a few quick strides, reaching out to grab her elbow to stop her in her movement.

"Why don't you invite me home?" Sy suggested as he raised an eyebrow. It was clear by his tone that his offer wasn't a request but he was going to give her the chance to redeem herself. "Or do we need to go find a hotel room?" He asked, vaguely wondering if she still lived with her parents. "That would work just as well, omega. Whatever I need to do to feel you around me.."

Rowen stopped in her tracks when she felt his hand grip her elbow. Her blood had already run cold when he started talking, almost threatening her as he followed. Hearing him mention being inside of her though, she was terrified. Looking back at him, her bottom lip trembled, knowing there was no way out of this. Her heart was beating hard inside of her chest, she could feel it in her throat.

"I...." She started, trying to dismiss him, pulling her arm out of his grip. Her eyes flickered up to his, and she knew it wasn't really a question. He was demanding her. His gaze was so hardened, she knew there was no way he would accept a no. "H-Hotel room." She finally squeaked, stepping closer to his side. Now that she knew her fate for the night was sealed, she didn't want to try and upset him any further. It would only make everything worse for her.

She followed him down the sidewalk, towards wherever he had parked his car. Rowen, only growing more and more nervous with every step she took, looked back up towards the alpha. "I've never ...been with an alpha before," her voice still came out a quiet whisper. No matter how she tried to keep her voice strong, she only found herself faltering. Her father had raised her to have a backbone, to not let any man walk over her or force her to obey, but here she was doing exactly that. She had never felt true tempation, her inner omega fighting against her so strongly when all she wanted to do was run away.

@ castle.

There would have been no running from Syverson, it didn't matter what Rowen tried to do to create distance between them. There was going to be nowhere that she could go to that he couldn't find her. He wondered if Rowen realized that. His brows rose, all but daring Rowen to say anything other than what her preference was between the two options that he had given her. When she chose, Syverson gave a stiff nod of his head. "Good girl," he praised her in a low voice, turning them toward the direction of his car that was about half way down the block.

Syverson couldn't even pretend that he was the least bit surprised when Rowen declared that she had never laid with an alpha. With how young she was, coupled with the fact that she was on suppressants. "That's okay, sweet omega. I'll take good care of you," he murmured in a low voice. It wasn't until Sy had helped her into the car and climbed in that a low rumble sounded from his chest. His purr was a bit rough but it wasn't something that he did often at all.

"Just relax. Let yourself focus on your instincts, okay? That'll help you through the parts that make you nervous," Syverson explained, his purr only resuming once he'd fallen silent. It was about all of the comfort that he was going to try and offer her. She could take it or leave it, it didn't much matter to him.

Rowen sank into the leather seat, her fingers hanging scratching the seatbelt as they started to drive. The low purr that emitted from his chest barely enough to soothe her nerves. The car ride was dead silent, and the longer they drove the larger the pit in her stomach grew. She hadn't gone out tonight planning on bedding anyone, let alone an alpha. And her friends had know idea where she had gone.

When the car stopped, Rowen looked up at the hotel Syverson had chosen. She could feel herself fighting the urge to vomit as she let herself out of his car. She doubted he was going to take good care of her at all. With each step they drew nearer to the hotel and Syverson's scent was becoming more and more overwhelming. He held the door open for her and she kept her head low as she entered. Stepping off to the side, she waited as he paid for a room and when he came walking back towards her, dangling the key in his hand, she thought she might pass out. Was she really going to do this? She didn't have a choice.

Following him towards their room, Rowen was fighting every urge to cry, to beg him to let her go. But she knew that wouldn't work and it would serve to upset him. Sy didn't look like the kind of man you wanted to upset. Still, she felt tears burning her eyes, threatening to fall down her face. She quickly brought her hand up to wipe them away before they could as he unlocked the door.

"D-Did you just get back...from overseas?" Rowen whispered, her fingers fidgeting with the zipper on her jacket as she tried to find something to say. Anything to end the horrible silence.

@ castle.

The closer to the hotel, the more tense Syverson grew. He wanted to bed Rowen, he wanted to watch as she presented for him before he felt her twitching on his cock. Desperate for his knot. By the time that they reached the hotel, Syverson could sense her apprehension but at this point, nothing was going to stop him. Checking into the hotel took far longer than he would have liked and he was sure that the agent was aware because even she looked nervous as she handed the key to him. He snatched it out of her head before turning toward Rowen. He caught her gaze before turning to lead the way toward their room

Raising an eyebrow as Syverson unlocked the door, he had to admit he was surprised by her question. He thought she would be too afraid to say anything to him. He gave a quick nod of his head as he stepped to the side, his arm outstretched to hold open the door for her. “Yesterday, I got in,” he supplied, moving into the room behind her. Sy was quick to slide the do not disturb onto the doorknob before locking the door behind them.

“What do you know about laying with an alpha?” Syverson demanded, toeing his shoes off by the door. He shrugged his jacket off and tossed it haphazardly toward the chair in the corner of the room. “Have you ever... explored yourself before, little omega?”

Rowen stepped into the room, her arms folded tightly over her chest as if she was trying to shrink in on herself. The door shut behind her, the lock settling into place. She was stuck in here with him and she knew there was no g
escaping until he allowed her to leave. It was terrifying. "Not much," she admitted, watching as he shrugged his jacket from his broad shoulders. With the jacket out of the way, now she could see just how his shirt stretched over his muscular chest, the sleeves trying to contain his large biceps. It had been obvious how much larger he was than her, how he towered over her, but somehow, Rowen was just now truly realizing it. Her omega was almost purring though, wanting to melt into his arms, wanting to get close enough to feel his body heat.

Her face blushed bright pink from his next question, and Ro couldn't help but stumble over her own tongue, "O-Of course!" She didn't want to come off so innocent, or seem oblivious to herself. Her fingers fidgeted with the thin fabric of dress, tugging the fabric slightly higher up her thigh. She dreaded stepping out of her heels, the thought of becoming even shorter, even smaller than the predator in front of her... Slowly, she stepped out of them and slipped her own black jacket off.

It made sense to her that he was a soldier. He was so intimidating and demanding, the way he carried himself even seemed strict. "Has it ...been a while for you then?" She asked, trying to keep the conversation going, hoping to distract him for longer. She had heard that sometimes the military put alphas on suppressants, and sometimes soldiers even did so willingly to stay focused, or faithful to any mate they may have at home. She hoped she wasn't his first since being home, imagining the danger she might be finding herself in, if it was.

@ castle.

Syverson's mouth watered as he turned to Rowen. He wanted to completely devour her, he wondered if she realized what she had gotten herself into. Or had she really done anything at all? Briefly, he nearly felt bad for her. He knew the sort of man he was, he didn't respond well to not being obeyed and he was harsh even in his expectations. If she had never laid with an alpha before, male or female, would she make it through tonight? Syverson didn't care one way or another.

His gaze dropped to the dress as it rose up Rowen's thighs. Whatever restraint he was exercising at the moment had been dashed as his eyes zeroed in on her inner thigh. Syverson watched as she stepped out of her shoes and he couldn't help the growl that he let out, watching her form shrink even more. Rowen was so naive and innocent, small compared to him. Everything that Sy crved, Rowen was. "Good omega," he praised lowly, closing the distance between them in a matter of three long strides.

"Last night, I laid with a beta. Before that? Eight months of suppressants," Syverson answered bluntly. He saw no reason to hide it. Even if she managed to catch someone else's attention, she wasn't going anywhere. He would claim her in front of someone if he needed to. Syverson's hands settled on her hips in a bruising grip, dragging Rowen against his chest. He leaned down, his lips crashing against hers.

Rowen swallowed around the lump in her throat when he came towards her. Shivers running down her body from being praised. Her breath caught in her throat when he pulled her in, but she couldn't help but melt against his chest. Gently cupping his face in her hands, she kissed back, whimpering against his lips. Her hopes of keeping him at bay for just a little while had failed and she couldn't say she was surprised. Against his lips, she felt helpless, defenseless. His scent was invading all of her senses, it was impossible to fight the urge to just obey him.

Her hands slipped down his chest, gathering fistfuls of the fabric in her hands. Every breath she took smelled like burning wood. Breaking away from his lips, she looked up at him, leaning up on her tiptoes as she was pressed against him. "Please be gentle, alpha," she begged, her voice trembling as she spoke. She wasn't going to try and fight him anymore, it was pointless now, and she was giving in. Her omega wanted him. But she was still scared. His fingers were digging into her hips, surely leaving little bruises already and she wondered just how marked she would be by the end of this.

She should've stayed home, she should've been more cautious... The little straps holding her dress up slipped down her shoulders, but she didn't dare move to fix them. Her hands stayed playing with the bottom of his shirt, missing the way his beard had tickled her lips as they kissed. Her dark eyes peered up into his baby blue ones, seeing how they were starting to darken. Another whine bubbled up in her throat as she felt his grip tighten on her waist.

@ castle.

"That all depends on you, omega," Syverson explained in a low voice. How tonight went, it at least partially relied on how Rowen reacted to him. Whether she melted to his will and did as she was told or she fought against him.. the latter would surely make tonight a nightmare for her. If she was a good omega, there was a small chance that she could enjoy this. No matter how small it was, Syverson knew it was there.

Syverson couldn't help the little smirk that settled on his features, his eyes flicking down to watch the way her hands played with the edge of his shirt. It was clear that she wasn't sure what to do. Some alphas prefer all of the control, the omega to do nothing more than take and unfortunately for Rowen, he was one of those. "S'ok, omega. You just gotta relax, you know that?" he murmured, dipping forward to nip at her bottom lip. Reaching up, Syverson pushed her dress from her body. The fabric pooled around her hips though he didn't move his other hand.

Leaning down, Syverson started backing toward the bed. It wasn't until the back of his knees hit the mattress that his hands dropped from her side. It was just long enough that the dress could fall completely before he spun them around, tossing Rowen backward on the bed. He smirked at the sight he was met with, Rowen splayed out in her underwear. His fingers worked on his belt and it only took another moment before he yanked it from the belt loops.

"Give me your wrists," he murmured, already beginning to loop the material.

It was almost impossible to relax, especially when the next thing he did was toss her down on the bed. Rowen felt her heart in her throat, beating wildly. Her hands wanted to reach up to cover her chest, feeling her face burning red from the humiliation. Rowen reminded herself to just breathe as she laid on the bed, inviting him towards her. Watching him slide his belt from around his waist, on impulse, she wanted to question him. Seeing him loop the material together made her squirm, but she knew better than to try to start fighting against him now. Had he been telling the truth that he'd be gentle as long as she did what she was told?

Pulling herself to sit on her knees, Rowen offered her wrists to him, feeling a heat building between her thighs. The touch of his leather belt against her soft skin was enough to make her whimper, watching as he bound her hands together. Rowen felt sick to her stomach as she watched Syverson, wanting to pull away from him, to disappear in on herself. It was a nightmare to think her first time was going to be with an alpha, already anticipating the pain her body would be in. The belt he tied her hands with only foreshadowing the trouble she was going to find herself in. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to just tell her that soon it would all be over. He would take what he wanted and then he would leave her and she could go home.

She'd never see him again. Hopefully. Sometimes Rowen had wondered what kind of alpha she would mate with, if she ever found herself catching the eye of one. She had imagined one like her father, progressive-minded, with a gentle hand, not... this man before her.

@ castle.