The Beast Inside

"How old are you anyways? Shouldn't you be getting on home now, son?"

I had grown so used to the fact that society assumed I was younger than I actually was. It was the Omega gene that caused men to have such feminine, youthful attributes. Never would I be masculine like my Alpha friends or family. Where they were muscular and fit, I was soft yet toned. I would never be able to participate in Body Building even if I wanted to.

I flashed a smile at the older man, who from his scent, and body language was a 'Beta'.

"Thank you for the advice. I'm just on my way back."

With that, I gave a half-hearted wave and continued on my way with my groceries in hand.

It was a constant aggravation to know that I was at the lower end of the food chain, and as such was never taken seriously. Ever since I was old enough to come into my first Heat, I was looked at with hungry eyes and often teased because of what I was.

Society favoured those who were born Alpha. They were the leaders of big corporations and government. Beta came in secondary for their intelligence and assistance. They were the perfect blend of Alpha and Omega. The Heat from an Omega affected them less, but they rarely find Soulmates. Omegas sat at the bottom of the ocean, the sand. We were the ones that Alphas constantly tried to dominate, especially during the periods of the Heat when the scent of an Omega was a drug. Many Omegas have been caught and raped, marked against their will because they didn't take their daily medicine or stay at a Safe House.

I will never forget when I went through my first Heat at the age of 16. In Middle School, Omegas were required to take a separate class to learn about the Heat and be introduce to Self-Defence tactics and the 'medicine'. From the day of our first class, we were given he medicine to take one a day to keep our natural pheromones at bay. A higher dosage was given for when that time of month came. We learned about the Safe Houses and how to recognize one. Safe Houses were always run and owned by strong Betas who could resist the urge. All employees were always Omega.

I had begun my heat on the very first day of Summer. I had been in gym classes, playing Volleyball when all the air was sucked out of my lungs. The pain blossomed first in my abdomen and spread lower, cramping up like vices. The pain was excruciating and I had doubled over mid game to try and relieve
the pain. It was in that moment that every person in my class stopped dead and focused on me as if I we're a sacrificial rabbit.

The teacher, a Beta male had rushed over in a hurry just as all of the Alphas in the room focused on me like prey, their irises thin black slits. He helped me to my feet, but even he had trouble dealing with the pheromones that I was releasing. His eyes flickered back and forth, human to animalistic and his jaw clenched like iron, causing his veins to pop under pressure.

Alphas from all through the school were being drawn to the gymnasium, watching and waiting. Some struggled against nature, sweat forming on their brow. One of them had been my best friend, Tobias. His steel grey eyes glittered like diamonds, his irises wide saucers. He reminded me of a cat, getting ready to pounce. His jaw worked furiously, the sweat that had formed causing his layered black hair to shine.

After that day I never saw him again. When the Heat had passed, I returned to school only to learn that he had transferred out of the country. Thinking back on those days, I realized that even though so many years had gone by, I was never able to take a mate. Thankfully I wasn't weak enough to not be able to defend myself and always kept up with my medication.

I had hoped that one day I would meet a nice, sexy alpha female and she would make my fantasies a reality, but no such luck. The ones that did hit on me, were just not appealing. I met many lovely Alphas and Betas, but I couldn't seem to click with any of them on an intimate level. Every time I thought I was attracted to someone, I saw his face in my mind from that day, and that was that. The mood was gone.

Unlocking the door to my studio flat, I felt as sense of relief as I entered the room. The studio had always had a calming effect on me, ever since I had first moved here after college and sold my first published novel. It was the place that I felt the safest. My black cat, Ryder made his appearance knowing that it was food time.

I set the groceries down on the countertop before turning and dishing out his food. He had a habit of crying until I fed him first. Setting his plate down on the floor, I turned and began unloading my own meal.

The doorbell rang. If I paid close enough attention, I would have already known who was on the other side, just by the scent. I opened the door and found myself starring into steel coloured eyes from my dreams. A painful stab shot through me and I unconsciously reached up to rub the phantom sensation.

He had grown so much in the time that we had spent apart. He was taller than I was, the top of my head sitting just beneath his chin. What was most notiable however, was his scent. It was like ambrosia, an aphrodisiac that I had long forgotten. I could feel my nerve endings coming alive at the sight of him, the closeness almost unbearable. I wanted him to touch me.

That realization made me break out in a cold sweat. Terrified, I stumbled away from him and his adorably confused expression as he followed me inside.

"Not exactly the kind of greeting I was hoping for..." he said sheepishly in a deep masculine voice that hummed along my skin. When did his voice get so deep?

"Sorry..." I found myself saying.

We stood silently, just staring at each other in awkward amazement.

Finally finding my voice, I asked him where he'd been this whole time. He had the curtesy to look ashamed. He scratched the back of his head, running his fingers through his neatly waxed black tresses.

"Why haven't you contacted me this whole time?" I said with frustration. I could feel the itching starting beneath my skin, a warning.

He forced out a sigh and shuffled without really meeting my gaze. I could tell that he felt uncomfortable, and I pulled at the collar of my shirt. Was it getting hotter?

I wanted him to take me.

I spun away into the kitchen, sweat forming on my brow as the itching traveled deeper, turning my skin flushed in response to the oncoming heat I was experiencing. I felt light headed when I realized that it was that time and there was a dominate Alpha in my studio.

Fearful, I turned slowly to see him watching me with those saucer wide eyes, hungry. He didn't move, poised still as a statue as he breathed in he pheromones I was giving off. I glanced quickly around the studio for possible exits, but his very essence was blocking me in.

I raised a shaky hand. "I think it's time for you to go, Tobias. I'll call you later.

He didn't move and a chill shivered down my spine as his gaze intensified. His fists clenched and opened over and over as he stood there.

"You always did have issues with the pills, didn't you?" He questioned roughly through clenched teeth, and I could tell how hard he was trying to remain immobile.

I had to be very careful. My body was on fire at this point and an embarrassing erection rented out the crotch of my pants. As much as I wanted to cover and hide it, any quick movements would turn this into a disaster.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to turn away. I took this opportunity to sneak towards my bathroom where my stash of medicine was kept. Feeling incredibly turned on and frustrated with myself, I struggled.

"Let me help you," he said as he turned to my side, hands held out to assist and I cringed. If he touched me now, I'd lose it.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted in anguish, tears filling my eyes. I needed to relieve myself and my medicine right away. "Just...go home, Tobias."

His eyes flashed angrily and he grabbed my upper arm, jerking me into his body. The contact was so equisite to my overly sensitive flesh that I relieved myself in my pants.

"Ah!"

I trembled in his arms in the aftermath and immediately was overcome with embarrassment. I wanted him to take me so badly!

I pushed him away once more with whatever strength I had left and turned back towards the washroom.

"My pills," I said hoarsely, reaching out for the wall.

"Let me help you, dammit!" He shouted, eyes flashing.

His tone was one that demanded obedience and the Omega in me froze my limbs in response. I shivered uncontrollably, staring at him in fear as he stalked past and into the bathroom.

He hunted around until he opened the medicine cabinet and found them. I doubled over in pain as the cramping grew worse and heard him swear under his breath. I was almost delirious by the time he scooped me up off the floor and ever so gently placed me in bed. My heart was pounding and my breathing was ragged.

He got me a glass of water and popped a pill from its case. I couldn't help but watch him as he moved. He was such a fine, strong male with a good muscular structure and fine features. Those diamond eyes met mine, taking my breath away and sending goosebumps along my skin. I watched as his rounded irises begin to narrow and thin out, a sign of his inner beast.

He remained calm and collected as he handed me the medicine and water. I chugged it all down, not caring if I spilled as long as it got inside my system. I painted for air when I finished and sighed with relief. The pills were normally fast acting, so I knew it wouldn't be long.

"I love you."

I whipped my head to stare at him.

"What?"

His smile was slow and crooked, just how I remembered and my heart began to race. My pants grew soaked and I shifted uncomfortably.

"You heard me," he said with surety, "loud and clear."

I just stared at him in disbelief wondering if I was about to jump him or pass out. Those eyes were fine slits now, ringed with diamond colour. His eyes trailed to my neck, and I could see the gears turning. My hand immediately went to the back of my exposed neck.

"No way," I said firmly and he chuckled, the sound playing against my searing skin.

"I'm not going to mark you, don't worry," he said softly, his eyes tender although predatory. "That's why I came back. To tell you I love you."

Anger simmered beneath the surface. "You decided to come back after all these years of no contact to tell me you love me?"

His eyes widened slightly at the disbelief in my voice. I wanted to be angry at him, but he was too close to me to even think properly. Another fresh wave of cramping hit me, and I groaned. His hand was gentle and kind as he stroked my wet hair. The gesture was soothing, but also painfully sensitive.

I pushed his hand away slightly. "Please don't. I'm...it's painful."

His jaw clenched hard a couple times in rapid succession, before withdrawing his hand and gripping his knees with white knuckles. His face scrunched in anguish.

"I can't stand seeing you in so much pain. Why isn't the medicine working?"

A fine sheet of sweat had formed all over my body at this point. I lay in bed breathing heavily, my constant erection painfully noticeable beneath the thin sheet draped over me. I wanted nothing more than to relieve myself before I exploded. It was growing unbearable.

"I need..." my voice trailed off in a whimper. Tears filled my eyes, stinging and hot. I felt like I was going insane. "Please...go away."

I shielded my face to hide my tears. I felt vulnerable and exposed, terrified because I knew that if he lost control now, I wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Ugh," I groaned, another sweeping wave overcoming me. I rolled away from him slowly. Why the hell is the medicine not working?

My boxers were soaked from the constant stream of natural lubricant my body was releasing in preparation. My face filled with heat at the sense of acute embarrassment that I felt this entire time. Why hasn't he left yet? His presence was a constant reminder, his pheromones lingering and strong with the Alpha gene.

I felt his hand grab me, strong fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock. The touch was electric, nearly frying the circuits in my brain and lighting off fireworks throughout my veins. Just his brief touch set off an orgasm like anything I had ever felt. I cried out, the feeling too great and the relief so welcome I began to cry. The overwhelming heat lowered to a simmer as I lay there panting in the aftermath.

The moment of reprieve didn't last long. The fire lit up beneath my skin again, the erection not even having the chance to go down even slightly. I groaned in anguish and debated taking another pill, when suddenly my boxers were literally ripped from my body.

I stiffened in fear at the tearing sound of fabric and turned my head to stare at him. His features were composed but he was clearly at his limit. The air caressed my exposed flesh and I began to pant. Whether it was from arousal or fear, I couldn't tell anymore.

"Don't touch me," I said hoarsely, shifting away from him as he set his knee on the bed, creeping closer.

"Enough."

His tone was authoritive and left no room for argument. It was the underlying Alpha tone that demanded immediate obedience, and my body instinctively cowered in submission.

I couldn't bring myself to move as he shrugged out his clothing and joined me under the sheets. The heat from his raw skin sent shivers down my spine and I began to tremble. I was beginning to lose consciousness from the overload of sensations.

Unable to stop him, I could allow him to wrap his arms around me and force me up to my hands and knees. His strong arm wrapped around my middle to brace me, his other hand roaming. My body had long since shifted to female. I could feel the difference in my abdomen, feeling the liquid seeping from the only place that he could enter. It was torturous to be surrounded by him in a way that I never felt before.

His fingertips brushed the wetness and sent an electric current through me.

"Ah! Wait..."

His grip on me tightened, his body curving around my own until I could feel his breath on the back of my nape. My Omegan instinct was begging for him to mark me, to take me as his mate, make me his lifelong partner.

"I'm sorry Styx, but I'm not waiting anymore."

Without warning, he entered me with such force that I came again over the lean fingers that stroked me. The feeling that I felt was like nothing I had ever experienced, the feeling of being whole and fulfilled. All rational thought left me as the raw nature of the Omega took over. My spine curved automatically to adjust the depth of his penetration to accept his seed. The heat was scorching and my body released pheromones at an alarming rate, blending slowly with the spice of his own as he marked me.

"Just in one go, and you came already?" He murmured in a husky voice beside my ear, and I clenched up around him. He hissed out a breath, cursing.

He moved like an animal who had lost control. The depth he reached inside of me was exquisite and relieving. Tears streamed down my face at the overload of sensations and joy that the Omega in me felt.

His fingers threaded through my hair, and roughly pushed my face down onto the bed, holding me in place. My heart thumped loudly in fear, rousing some of rationality. Reaching back I grabbed his hand in.

"Don't!" I cried out as he locked me in place. He thrust into me hard and my hand fell away to brace myself.

He took that moment of hesitation to lock his teeth on the nape of my neck and bite down hard, breaking the skin. My stomach clenched hard and tightened, and came again onto the bed beneath me as he raced to his own release.

"Don't come inside...please!" I cried, unable to fight against him anymore.

"Don't fight it, Styx. You're mine now," he breathed, as he adjusted, moving slower inside of me, "and I am yours."

"Please don't," I said again. I was so not ready to have a child.

"Okay, I won't. Hush now," he whispered assuringly as my body shook beneath him. "I need to hear it, Styx. Say that you love me."

I fisted my hands in the sheets and lowered my head, almost delirious as he continued moving inside of me. He forced me up into my knees and turned my face to look at him. Hungry lips devoured my own, and my entire body trembled.

"Say it." he demanded.

I was marked now for life. I was his Omega, his mate until we died. I want to obey him, and only him.

"I love you," I mumbled with embarrassment and watched that slow, handsome smile light up his face.

"I love you too," he said softly and thrust hard, causing the bed to rattle.

I couldn't hold it in anymore, giving myself over to the Omegan instinct. My hips moved on their own, my voice loud and clear. We came together roughly, harsh and fierce as his hot seed filled me up.

Long into the night we came together over and over until the suppressants finally began to work. The itch died down until it was gone and I could finally think straight, although I was exhausted. When the Heat finally past I felt content and unrealistically happy, yet irritated.

I looked at my new mate who gazed at me with such love and tenderness, it annoyed me.

"Tobias," I said hoarsely, "your face pisses me off."

He laughed quietly and brushed my forehead with his fingertips.

"Yeah, I know."