1 Chapter One

My head is bloody throbbing, it feels like it's on fire and that if I even flinch it'll snap and bleed out. I groan, lifting a hand towards it and feel my fingers over my forehead gently. I definitely had too much alcohol to drink and now I'm suffering the consequences. I look to my side, feeling a smaller body latched onto mine and my eyes widen in confusion, annoyance and complete anger with myself. I growl under my breath, trying to free myself from this other person in my bed. He squirms, gripping me tighter stubbornly and I narrow my eyes, sighing deeply.

"Get off, you damn weasel." I try to pry him off, gripping his arms but failing horribly. I glare, huffing moodily and look away, sighing again. "This is why those damn idiots shouldn't get me drunk."

"Shut up. . ." A mumble fills my ears and I look at him, hissing at the pain coming back to my head.

"Excuse me?"

"I said shut up, your voice is annoyingly loud." He opens his eyes, locking his irises directly with mine and I freeze. His eyes are a beautiful white with black dots in them for some reason. He has caramel brown hair with some grey highlights on the sides. He's thin, but not stick-thin and doesn't look fragile at all. In fact, I don't think I'll ever be able to think his body will be. He has freckles arlong his collarbone and a few along his nose and under his eyes. He looks like a teenager, fuck, did I have a one nightstand with a bloody underage kid?

"Get off me, kid." I snarl, trying to get him off again.

"I'm no kid, and I'm not getting off with your attitude." he gripped me tighter and I grunted, furrowing my brows.

"For fuck's sakes. I need to leave, I have work and I'm not interested in cuddling or sleeping with an underage child."

"For your information I'm 18 and you've already slept with me." I blink, he looks like a 13-year-old.

"You look 5 years younger, and I'm 19 and I'd appreciate it if you got off of me." He glares and I slightly become intimidated, but I shake it off. He let out a grumble, getting off moodily. "Moody much?"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" He moved, gripping my wrists and within a second I let out a gasp for air. My arms are above my head and he's putting his full weight on me, especially my stomach and he's using his free hand to wrap his fingers around my throat. "Finally, you're quiet." I choke, glaring at him with absolute anger. Although, his intoxicating, lovely mango and papaya scent makes me feel drowsy.

He smirks evilly and my eyes soon become heavy and I fall asleep just as he pulled his hand and body off of me.

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I groan softly, sitting up slowly, feeling a hand to my throat. 

"Damn bastard." I grunt, moving from the bed, walking to the bathroom, completely unaware of the sounds in the kitchen because I wasn't paying attention, even when I was showering. I step out and immediately I freeze with fear at the sound of things moving in the kitchen, I hurriedly wrap a towel around my waist and walk out the bathroom, cautiously going to the kitchen. I feel my body heat up with anger, the damn omega is still here?!

"You shouldn't be in my apartment still, especially using my shit."

"I'm making you food, shut up or I'll make you pass out again." He looks up at me and I blink, freezing. He's as intimidating as a dominant alpha with an incredibly high pheromone status. "Exactly."

"Fine." I grumpily say, walking back to my bed and unwrapping the towel from my waist and getting into the bed sluggishly.

"I'm not making you anything else." He handed me a plate of macaroni and cheese. I sniff it, eyeing it up like a dog wanting a slice of steak. He smirks and moves, sitting next to me silently on his phone. I nodded, starting to eat it, and to my surprise I immediately fell in love with his cooking.

"You don't have to, your cooking is actually good." He looks up at me with a smug grin and I blink, confused.

"You? An alpha complimenting an omega?" He chuckles and I remain confused until I remember what I had said and how he is an omega.

"Is it so illegal to give someone a compliment, no matter his or her gender?" His smirk abruptly goes away and he looks up at me in total shock and awe. "What?" I ask, and he shakes his head, coming to his senses.

"You're an alpha. You're supposed to look down on us." He narrows his eyes at me and I glare at him.

"God. You remind me of my father."

"What?! Shut up!" He yells like a little kid, I can't help but chuckle and make him look more offended.

"Offended like a little kid? Jesus, you're adorable." I smile and notice he freezes, my eyes widen and I quickly look away, making my smile return to a frown. "Sorry." I mumble and suddenly gasp as he turns my head and pulls me into a kiss. My heart drums in my chest, blush filling my cheeks as I eventually move, pinning him to the bed and kissing back with my eyes closing. He breaks it, panting delicately, maybe he is fragile mentally?

"You're different from them, aren't you?" I pause at the question, thinking back to why I am different to other alphas. Trauma. I have a LOT of trauma, and I guess it messed me up so much I realized what omegas felt like. "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd react that way!" I stare, react? I shiver at him wiping something wet away from my cheeks and eyes, am I crying? I flinch, moving away from him.

"I'm fine." I mutter, facing away from him, "Just don't tell me I'm different, I'm the same as every alpha."

"Alright, Alright, but if you are, stop crying." He sighs, sitting back up and moving some hair from my face. "You have to admit, you are different from them, though."

"So what if I am? I'm different in a bad way."

"Oh really? So complimenting a mere omega is a bad thing?" He snickers and I narrow my eyes up at him.

"No, I'm just saying I'm not like them, I'm worse than them."

"That's hard to believe." He leans against the headboard, smiling evilly.

"I guess." I look at my door as a knock comes to it and I freeze. "Shit, you need to hide."