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Chapter 9 - Aidyn

Omegaprincess: · 3 years ago · 34k views Are fated mates real? I met an Alpha pack for the first time over the weekend, and I can't get them out of my head. I do feel more comfortable with one more than the other two, so I was curious if he could be my fated mate.

Caffineaddictedalpha: · 3 years ago · 34k views No. There is no evidence that supports the existence of fated mates.

It's just a story our parents told us when we were kids to make us feel better about being different and dealing with heartbreaks at a young age, and Hollywood decided to capitalize on it. Sorry to burst your bubble, princess.

Beta4luv: · 3 years ago · 34k views Nah. While I do believe there is someone out there for everyone, even us Betas, I don't believe fated mates are a real thing.

Cupcakesnacks: · 3 years ago · 34k views YES! I believe my Alpha is my fated mate!

CheekyBeeky: · 2 years ago · 31k views Why are you asking the internet?? If you believe they're your fated mate, then they are. You won't get a real answer from the internet.

Knottedluv: · 2 years ago · 31k views I could be your fated mate if you want me to Winky face emoji Eggplant emoji LonePack: · 1 year ago · 30k views No matter what little fairy tale your mommy told you, you're not special. Fucking Omegas, you show them a tiny bit of affection, and instantly they think you're Romeo and Juliete.

"Asshole," I mumbled, rolling over in bed and continuing to scroll through the message boards. I can't remember when I first heard of the term 'fated mates'. I think it was part of the cartoons geared toward children with fairy godmothers and happily ever afters. I never put much stock into fated mates, but it was the top explanation on Google for 'why do I feel a strong pull toward an Alpha?'. Some comments stated that it was simply biology and Alphas and Omegas call out to each other for the survival of the species. Others proposed the theory of fated mates, depending on how strong the pull was. So naturally I fell down a rabbit hole. I nuzzled the jacket that was scrunched up in my arms, breathing in Mr. Ellis's scent.

Cuddling leather wasn't comfortable, if I was honest. The material was cold and stuck to me, and the zipper was hard and even colder against my skin, but it was all I had of him. If I had my choice, I probably would've stolen a flannel shirt or a sweater, but I was grateful for what I had, and I wasn't going to seem ungrateful and ask for something I had little right to.

Mr. Ellis had dropped me off at my apartment roughly three hours ago, and I still had about an hour left before Erik got home from classes, and while he couldn't sense pheromones, I still showered as a precaution. My body felt hot and tight, and my Omega was upset. He didn't care that it was only logical that Mr. Ellis would give me space to figure this out. All he cared about was that our Alpha left us, and we felt abandoned. I knew he hadn't; I knew that, but god, I was on edge. I could still feel his lips on mine, his tongue staking its claim as he pressed his body against me.

Images of his cock flashed through my memories, and I groaned as my body rose to attention, my leaking cock straining against the pajama pants I put on after my shower. I reached down and gave it a firm squeeze, my hips thrusting forward, hoping to release some of the tension. My head dropped forward in pleasure as Mr. Ellis' scent engulfed my senses, my face buried itself in cool leather, inhaling his scent.

Clothing suddenly became too tight and restrictive, and I frantically kicked off my pajamas, freeing my cock to thump against my stomach, smearing pre-cum across my belly and the bedspread as I rolled onto my front. My Omega senses kicked into overdrive. Reaching for the toy that I usually kept stashed under my bed, I could feel my entrance dampen with need. Replaying the moment in Luke's office, I positioned the toy at my entrance, slowly pushing the smooth tip inside. Gasping at the unique pressure as the toy invaded the inner parts of my body, I couldn't help spreading my legs a little wider to reach even deeper. The toy slipped in with little effort, and I began to slowly move the toy in and out of my body before pushing backward into my palm each time the toy pushed into me.

But it wasn't enough. I knew the sound of Mr. Ellis' voice as pleasure took over his body, how much sharper his scent became the more aroused he was, and how hot his breath was against my skin. The sounds he made as he climaxed, his head resting on my shoulder as he struggled to slow his breathing and rein in his pheromones. The feeling of his knot against me. It felt huge, larger than any toy I had taken before. My body longed for him to be here with me at this moment, taking his pleasure from my body, using me as he filled me over and over until I begged for him to empty inside me.

The orgasm I spilled across my bedsheets was one of frustration, knowing that masturbation wouldn't be enough now. I felt empty, frustrated, and a little angry, and I knew he was to blame. I didn't have a choice. I had to see where this went because being alone wasn't enough anymore.

Dr. Easton had a last-minute cancellation at the Omega Clinic Wednesday afternoon, so I texted Erik, saying I would be skipping the English lecture for the doctor and would probably head home after. When my name was called, I followed the nurse into the exam room, where she took my vitals, blood pressure, and weight. Over the past six months, the physical exam and lab work process had become second nature during these visits, and I just moved through the steps robotically. Dr. Easton entered the room shortly after the nurse had left, instantly reviewing my chart with a smile as he glanced over the latest paperwork.

"If it isn't the Omega who challenges my degree. Before we get into it, why don't you tell me the reason you're here less than a month after your last visit?"

I smirked at Dr. Easton as he took his place on the rolling chair next to the computer and laid my file down on the table, frowning at something on the chart before turning to the screen and prattling away at the keyboard.

This was one of the reasons I honestly liked Dr. Easton. He preferred to listen to the patient's own words before creating a plan of action instead of basing it off of words on a sheet of paper. After countless doctors who refused to listen to me, it was refreshing to have one invested in my case as much as I was, even if it was out of medical curiosity. It helped create an understanding and a calm environment where I didn't feel like I was going crazy from the lack of answers.

"Apparently, switching to the shot suppressant didn't work, and I ended up in a week-long heat. Emergency suppressants didn't help either. This heat happened while I was at school. That cannot happen again."

"Mr. Keller, were you exposed to an Alpha during that time?"

That's a weird question. "I mean, I'm always exposed to them. They're everywhere, and I have classes with many of them."

"Let me rephrase. Were you intimate with an Alpha at all during that time?"

"Only yesterday," I blushed, "but the fever started before I got to class. I thought it was just a symptom of the suppressant. Sometimes I feel like I can't cool down my body temperature when I'm adjusting to new medications."

"So you weren't intimate with them before your heat?"

"No, sir. However, I was around them when I went into heat, and my roommate was able to get an article of their clothing halfway through the week."

Was I talking too much? Rambling about unnecessary details? It didn't seem to matter to Dr. Easton, who noted everything I said in my file on the computer.

"Did your heat last longer than normal or shorten after the clothing item?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. The last heat I had was about eight days long.

This one was about six days, and I don't know when I got the clothing item.

I don't remember much. I remember not being in so much pain after a while, and then I came out of my heat."

"And during intimacy yesterday, was penetration involved?"

"No. Does that matter?" I could feel my Omega bristle at the question, as logic failed me again. I knew he was asking for a medical reason and not because he was a pervert or wanted the gory details about what transpired between me and Luke, but my Omega wanted to keep those details to himself. No one should know what happened between me and my Alpha.

"Per your last visit, you want to remain on suppressants until you finish college, and your Alpha knows this, correct?"

"He's not mine, and he doesn't get to dictate what goes into my body." I narrowed my eyes at Dr. Easton. Again, I knew he didn't mean to be rude, but it certainly came off as dismissive. He only smiled as he finished something on the screen.

"We need to discuss a few things, Mr. Keller, and it's up to you if you want to relay them to this Alpha. An experimental suppressant is available on the market right now, but very few Omegas have tried it. I didn't want to suggest it at your last visit because it'll take some work on your part, and it's still in the trial phase."

"What would I have to do?"

"Stop all suppressants. We use an IV drip to flush out their remnants in your system, like we had discussed before. Once the suppressants have left your system, you will go into heat; that's unavoidable. Once you've had your cycle, we can start you on the new suppressants, but they'll take time to adjust to your body. The side effects aren't really different from any others you've had in the past, but I'm hoping with you being a dominant, this will help you. But your Alpha will also need to help you through your heat. Even if you don't have penetrative sex, having an Alpha being intimate with you will help the worst of the symptoms. I think you went into heat while on the current suppressant because it wasn't strong enough to combat whatever Alpha you encountered. The spike in your pheromones leads me to believe that they were a very strong Alpha, and your Omega responded positively to that. Almost as if they, too, were dominant.

"I believe the perfect time to do this would be when you're not in school.

If you want it done sooner, I suggest we shoot for your winter break, and then you return in the spring on new suppressants. You would stop the suppressants on the last day of your classes the week before winter break, come in the first day of your break, and we'll hook you up to the IV. You'll probably go into heat that night, if not the next day; after your heat is over, you'll take the first dose of the new suppressant instead of putting you on one you've already tried. But you're hyper-fertile during your heats being a dominant Omega, so even if this Alpha has the implant, it's best if they use condoms to be extra safe."

It was a big ask. I'd be putting a lot of trust in Mr. Ellis if I asked this of him. Did I have the right to do so? Technically, I could ask Erik to help me out. I could use the jacket Mr. Ellis gave me and the knot sheath we still had from the last time Erik helped me, but the idea made my skin crawl. My brain decided to zero in on a bit of information that Dr. Easton had dropped ever so casually.

"Another dominant?"

"It's rather rare to see two dominants in the same state, let alone in the same orbit of each other. I have a best friend that's dominant as well. The likelihood that three are in the same area is rather unusual. Like, I should go buy a lottery ticket at lunch, rare."

"I'll talk with the Alpha, but either way, I'll go through with this, with or without his help," I said, smiling at the doctor.

"Without will be painful and very difficult. Are you prepared for that?"

Dr. Easton asked, eyeing me firmly.

"Yes."

"I need to talk to you about something," I said, storming into Mr. Ellis' office Thursday morning without so much as knocking before pushing the door open.

Luke's head snapped up at my entrance, but his eyes instantly softened when he saw me, making me stop in the middle of opening his door. No one had ever looked at me like that, and he didn't even seem pissed that I barged in like I owned the place. At that moment, I wanted to run to him and climb onto his lap, bury my face into his neck, and inhale his scent. I was so focused on asking this huge favor that I forgot who I was asking it of.

He wore a burgundy cardigan over a cream-colored t-shirt, and he had ditched the dress pants I last saw him in for dark denim jeans. God, he looked amazing, and all I could do was watch him as he moved toward me.

He reached behind me and closed the door, his eyes not leaving my face. I wanted to lean against his body, stand on my tiptoes, and kiss him. But I fought the desire that burned like fire through me. I didn't want to be clingy; I didn't want to be a needy and pathetic creature after sharing a single moment of intimacy. That's how you scare people away, and I didn't want that. What I was about to ask for was something that I had no right to, given the nature of our relationship, or lack of relationship. Fear of rejection and offending him had my words stalling in my throat, unease creeping up my spine. It was a medical necessity, as far as I was concerned, and if this experimental suppressant worked, then I wouldn't have to worry about my future. I was also scared of uncertainty, considering my last heat left Erik wounded and bruised. He hadn't complained; in fact, he grinned proudly at the marks and showed them off to an annoying degree. It still made me feel like I was too much during my cycle, too feral. I didn't want to hurt anyone, and if Mr. Ellis couldn't withstand it, would I be able to move on if he decided I wasn't the one for him? My brain swarmed with 'what ifs' that had no place here. We were figuring things out, so why did my brain act like it was forever with Mr. Ellis? My Omega let out a soft whimper as I ran my hands over his chest, distracting myself as I admired the sweater.

"Can…can I have this after class? I don't like the jacket."

IDIOT! I quickly chastised myself. Be grateful for what you have, and don't be stealing other people's clothing! Before I could stammer out an excuse and correct my statement, Mr. Ellis chuckled and leaned down, nuzzling my neck.

"Only if you give me something next time," he muttered, his lips brushing against my neck, and I shuddered.

"Take me home again, and you can have anything you want."

"Hmm, anything, little fawn?"

My nose crinkled slightly, and I had a foggy memory of having heard him call me that before. He pulled away as I tilted my head upward towards him. "Why do you call me that?"

"You smell like the forest." He shrugged as if it was plain as that. "Your hair reminds me of a new deer with curiously green eyes that watches everything around you. It just seemed to fit.'" I couldn't help but smile as I followed him, crawling into his lap as he sat down at his desk again, indulging in what I had wanted to do the moment I walked into his office. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he leaned backward, giving me more space while also wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me in place. Jesus fuck, I didn't want to move from this spot ever.

"But I doubt wanting to steal my sweater is why you came today, Mr.

Keller. Did you think more about my request?"

"It's Aidyn, Ade if you truly want. But yes, I have a counter request, and it will put you in a difficult position. I spoke with my doctor yesterday about my suppressants. We have a battle plan, but in order to try the new ones, I will have to go off mine and have a cycle. He suggested that I have you with me. Even if we don't have sex, he said that having an Alpha there will help."

"And you want me there?" Mr. Ellis' eyes were wide in surprise.

"I know it's a huge ask, and I know we're just trying to figure things out.

But —" "When will this happen?" he asked, cutting me off. "And is it safe?"

"Dr. Easton assured me that it was safe, and he thinks it's best to do it over winter break."

"Easton? Ryan Easton?"

My gaze immediately snapped to him, confirming his question as he regarded me, processing what I told him. Multiple expressions danced across his face as his gaze lowered to the ground. He released an arm around me to put his head in his hand as he thought about the information I had just dumped onto his lap. The scent of cloves cut through the air, though it was faint, alerting me to the fact that he was upset. And my Omega didn't like it, but I expected this.

"Forget I asked. It was unkind of me."

"I'll do it." Luke's head snapped up, panicked. "I'll help you in any way I can. If I'm not there, how do I know you'll be safe? I don't want anyone else to touch you. But I also can't have my best friend treating my Omega."

"You're the dominant he told me about?"

Now, it was my turn to stare at Mr. Ellis. While I was shocked to learn that my doctor was his best friend, who now knew I was intimate with, my Omega preened happily at being called his.

"The Eastons are family friends and have been treating the Ellis pack for as long as I can remember. But I don't need him to know every detail of my love life. I'll look into another doctor for you once you switch to the new suppressant. But we won't tell him that I know you."

"That's fine with me. I imagine that could make things awkward for you.

He says you're powerful, though. He doesn't know it's you, just that I encountered a powerful Alpha. And that I was 'intimate' with him."

Mr. Ellis scrunched up his nose before chuckling and cupping my head in his palm. "That's because, just like you, I'm also dominant. I'll help you.

I'm honored you asked, but what would you have done if I had said no?"

I shook my head, adjusting myself in his lap until I could rest my head on his shoulder. "I would've gone it alone. You were the only Alpha I wanted there. You'll have to wear a condom, though. Even assuming you have an implant, being a dominant Omega makes it really easy to get pregnant, and I can't have that happen right now. I want to try this relationship with you, even with this week looming over our heads. It's a huge ask and a lot of trust, but I don't want anyone else there."

"I could believe the suppressants weren't working for you because the implant didn't work for me. It was just putting something in my body that was rejected immediately, but if I have to double up on condoms, I'll do so.

I don't want to put any pressure on you during that time, or on our relationship."

"There is something you need to know before you fully commit to this, though." A heated blush crept onto my cheeks, and I closed my eyes, as if it would stop the embarrassment. He needed to know what he was getting into, yet I didn't want to scare him away from me. "My heats can be intense. The last person I spent my heat with came out bruised and exhausted. He was covered in scratches and bites, and I swear he was about to keel over. I understand if that sounds intimidating and you don't want to do this with me."

Mr. Ellis pulled my head away from his chest, leaning in to kiss me softly until I opened up for him, wrapping my hands in his cardigan. Finally giving in, I straddled his lap, releasing pheromones to meet his as we embraced, drowning me in his cozy scent. Breaking from the kiss was the hardest thing I had to do when his phone's alarm went off, its irritating sound splitting through the room. Sighing, Mr. Ellis bumped his forehead against mine before standing up, effortlessly lifting me up with my legs around his waist. The swelling in his pants hinted at how excited he was to have me there, and I couldn't help but grind my hips on his length. He groaned and turned a harsh gaze my way, setting me on the desk to silence his phone.

"You're mine going forward, little fawn. Teasing your Alpha before he lectures a class isn't in your best interest."

All I could do was give him the biggest grin of my life.

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