Odd little omega

I wake up in a drowsy haze, my head throbbing as I try to make sense of my surroundings. Everything is unfamiliar, and panic sets in. Have I been kidnapped? My heart races as I struggle to stand, almost tripping over my own feet in the process.

Stumbling towards what looks like a bathroom, I splash cold water on my face, hoping it will jolt me awake from this nightmare. As I peer into the mirror, I notice something strange. My reflection seems... different. More alluring, with a subtle touch of femininity that wasn't there before. It's disorienting, to say the least. I can't put my finger on it.

Returning to the room, I take in the luxurious surroundings. The furniture, the decor—it all screams wealth and opulence. But the locked door reminds me that I am not here by choice.

"Hey!!!! Open the door for me!!! Anyone!!!" I yell, my voice echoing in the room.

"You're up," a voice responds from behind the door.

"Just wait for the boss, he'll be here soon," another voice chimes in.

My heart sinks. This is not the first time I've found myself in a situation like this. Men in power, taking what they want without a second thought. Anger and fear surge through me as I realize the predicament I'm in.

I search the room frantically, hoping to find something—anything—that can help me escape. My hands find what seems to be my phone, and I quickly slip it into the back pocket of my pants.

As I pace the room, my mind races with thoughts of how to get out of here. But deep down, I know that I'm at the mercy of whoever is behind that locked door.

Hell no.

I find what looks to be my phone, slipping it into the back pocket of my pants as I frantically search for a way out. This is not the first time I've found myself in a situation like this. Men in power, they like to take what they want without a second thought.

Whoever the boss is, he won't find me here. I glance out the window, making a risky decision. Let's hope all those mountain climbing and core strength exercises were worth it.

With a deep breath, I climb out the window, my heart pounding in my chest. The ground below looks far, but manageable. It's only about four stories down. I can make it.

Carefully, I lower myself down, clinging to the window ledge until I'm hanging by my fingertips. With a silent prayer, I let go and drop to the ground below. The impact jolts through my body, but adrenaline pushes me to my feet.

I can hear voices from above, shouting for my location. They must have realized I'm not in the room anymore. Panic sets in as I frantically look around for a place to hide.

Spotting an alley filled with dumpsters, I sprint towards it, my heart racing with each step. I duck behind the nearest dumpster, trying to catch my breath as I listen for any signs of pursuit.

*

Zander watches intently from the backseat of his car, parked discreetly near the small, inconspicuous luxury motel. The driver had gone out to retrieve some documents, leaving Zander alone. Only elites were customers here, and Zander had refused to enter, opting to remain in the car.

His eyes drift towards the alley adjacent to the motel. From the back of the car, he observes a figure hiding behind the dumpsters. The slender build and collar around the neck indicate that the person is an omega.

Curiosity piqued, Zander makes no movements, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before him. Soon enough, seven large Alpha men come charging into the alley, clearly in pursuit of the omega who had managed to escape their grasp.

Zander's brows furrow slightly as he watches the omega, who quickly assesses the situation. In a swift and decisive move, the omega grabs hold of a metal rod and a nearby rock, preparing to defend himself.

In a burst of adrenaline-fueled courage, the omega leaps out from their hiding spot behind the dumpsters. With precision and accuracy, he hurls a stone at one of the men, striking him with a solid blow that knocks him out cold. The other men, caught off guard, begin to panic as their comrade falls to the ground.

With swift and calculated movements, the omega launches into action, delivering lethal blows to each of the men. The alleyway echoes with the sounds of grunts and groans as the men are swiftly incapacitated. Within minutes, they lie moaning on the ground, unable to defend themselves against the ruthless onslaught.

The omega shows no mercy, not giving the men a moment to recover. He delivers a second round of blows, ensuring that each man is rendered unconscious and unable to pose a threat. The alleyway is left silent, save for the pained moans of the defeated men, as the omega stands victorious amidst the chaos they've wrought.

As the omega begins to drag the unconscious bodies deeper into the alley, Zander can't help but let out a small chuckle. The scene unfolding before him is both amusing and impressive.

He watches intently as the omega, seemingly suspicious, looks around the alleyway. Zander finds it a bit humorous, considering the chaos has already unfolded and it seems a little late for caution. By now, Zander's shoulders are shaking with suppressed laughter, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

The omega proceeds to search the men's pockets, retrieving their phones and wallets. Swiftly, he extract all the money bills from the wallets and then systematically shut down each of the phones. Zander watches with amusement as the omega then tosses the phones into the nearby dumpster, the metallic clang echoing in the alleyway.

The absurdity of the situation, coupled with the omega's cunning actions, is too much for Zander to handle. He can't contain his laughter any longer, and it erupts from him in loud, hearty peals. Despite the seriousness of the situation, the sheer audacity of the omega's actions has left Zander thoroughly entertained.

The omega steps into the light, and Zander's laughter fades away, replaced by a sudden sense of awe. From his vantage point, he can't clearly see the omega's eyes, but there's something captivating about him. Zander finds himself staring, almost unable to look away from the beautiful figure before him.

By the time Zander gathers his senses, the omega has already boarded a taxi and disappeared into the night. A feeling of slight loss washes over Zander, a strange sensation of missing someone he's only just encountered.

Moments later, his driver returns and hands him the documents he had gone to retrieve. Zander's mind is still lingering on the mysterious omega, his thoughts filled with the image of that captivating figure.

Later that night, in the quiet solitude of his office, the memory of the encounter brings a slight chuckle to Zander's lips. The unexpected and daring actions of the omega have left a lasting impression on him, such an odd little omega Zander thinks to himself.