Heir of the Alpha

Aaron let out a long sigh. From his disheveled appearance no one would believe he was going to the home of a rich Alpha. His shirt was an off color of beige with long sleeves that came down to his finger tips. The stretched collar revealing his portruding collarbone. His slacks that were the color of coal along with shoes that had been nearly worn down to the soles. To top it off: a gentleman's jacket that didn't seem to match the attire with its silver buttons.

Scratching the back of his head with his thin fingers his gaze was engulfed with the freshly fallen snow. His brown hair covering his eyes and fell to the mid of his neck.

"Stop your fidgeting!" A cane came slamming down on Aaron's leg. Aaron jumped back a bit and glared at the elderly man sitting in front of him.

His appearance vastly different than the younger man's.

A finely tailored suit with silver buttons that matched the beauty of the freshly fallen snow. His Grey hair neatly brushed: neatly trimmed facial hair: along with a top hat.

His piercing green eyes seemed to stare Aaron down.

"I don't think you understand the position you are in boy!" He spat at Aaron.

"So listen closely to me. As of today you are going to be living at Master Fletch's home. Your one and ONLY job is to give the Fletch household an heir. You are to be paired with one of Johnathan Fletch's Alpha children and-" "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!"

At some point Aaron had tuned out the old man's ramblings and was back to watching the trees rush by. The old car cluncked and rattled with every bump.

The old man hit Aaron with his cane once again.

"Aaron!"

"Yes I'm listening....father". Aaron turned back to the old man with an icy stare.

His father gruffed under his breath.

"Such a pity you are like that mother of yours. A woman with such a free spirit that forgot her place in this world. Do you wish to end up like her? In some brothel whoring yourself out? Is that the life you want Aaron?!"

Aaron simply stared at the old geezer.

"Then I suggest you take this seriously. This is your last chance!"

"Right" Aaron mumbled.

Since turning of age his father had sent him place to place. In his first new home he was to be married to a wealthy salesman whom Aaron noticed had a nasty habit of gambling his inheritance away. He nearly killed the man when he had forced himself on him. Aaron's father paying hush money to cover the problem.

The second home he was sent off to was of a wealthy family who needed an Omega caregiver for their children. It was a good spot until the master of the house had gotten his hands on him.

Aaron bit his fingernails thinking back on all the other places he had been. And now here he was: being shipped off for a third time. Only difference now was if he failed that was it. His icy stare looking out the glass window. His blue eyes shimmering against the white land.

To be an Omega was to be doomed for life. At least that is what Aaron thought.

"Once we arrive you will not speak a word to mister Fletch is that understood?" "You will simply stand there and try your best to look good. Those eyes of yours are like a golden ticket." The man tapped at Aaron's leg with his cane for a third time.

Aaron listened to the old man's ramblings for some time until the car stopped at a large metal gate.

Catching his interest, Aaron looked around. There was nothing but forest and the large brick fence that stretch right and left from the entrance.

The driver spoke to a guard stationed at the front and was let through. Aaron rode further into the snowy wasteland of dead trees. A large mansion came into view. It's outside shimmered with gold trim and white stone. The grounds out front had been swept as well as a line of servants greeted the car as it rolled up to the front door. A large set of stairs stood in Aaron's way as his shocked eyes took in the glorious monument.

"Go!" His father hissed at him as he shoved Aaron forwards. The front steps were a bit of a climb. Aaron, halfway up, hoped his father would have tripped. But to no avail.

The two stood in, what could be described as, a parlor. The fireplace roared as is lit up the room as well as heating the interior.

Aaron couldn't keep still. Though he had lived in nice homes before: this one took the cake.

Such finery was displayed along the mantle of the fireplace, stretching up the walls which were dressed in a gaudy wallpaper of Grey and red designs.

"Stand straight!" a voice broke the silence. A pair of footsteps came into the room. A gentleman, who looked a little younger than his father, stood before the two of them. He held an unpleasant look as he eyed Aaron up and down.

"This is what you bring me winter? I paid for a shabby excuse for a kitchen boy?" His tone thundered off the walls like a storm.

He gripped a hold of Aaron's chin and lifted his face to get a better look.

"Those eyes of yours. They seem to be your only redeeming quality".

He let Aaron go.

"You see Mr. Fletch: Sir: we have come quite far and the boy just needs to freshen up and-"

"Save the excuses." He put his hand out to shut Aaron's father up. Aaron was kind of impressed. He had never seen his father act like a sniveling dog.

"You there, take the boy to be bathed and presentable". Johnathon Fletch snapped his fingers at a group of maids to escort Aaron upstairs.

Aaron's father watched as his son was taken away. He turned back to Mr. Fletch.

"You may take your leave". Johnathon waved his hand for the old man to leave.

"W-well you see sir. It was quite a long trip so-"

Johnathon Fletch's Grey eyes are the old man down.

"Our business agreement ends here. You have your money. I have my merchandise." And with that he turned his back on the man and left the room.

From an upstairs bathing room: Aaron watched out the window as his father was escorted back to the car and had left.

"Guess the old man got what he wanted", He tsked as he walked over to a silver tub. The bathroom was just as decked out as the parlor was. It seemed no expense was spared in this lavish home.

The steam from the bath rose from the water as Aaron undressed.

Dipping his toe into the water he slowly submerged his body until he was filled up to his neck. He couldnt remember the last time he had a bath with hot water. All that came to mind was the days he used river water to wash off his dirt.

A knock came from the door. Four maids came in carrying towels, a change of clothing and other essentials.

The red headed one of the bunch spoke.

"Mister...er...sir Winter; we have been instructed by the master of the house to bathe and groom you to the household standards of cleanliness. Please excuse us".

Before Aaron could get a word in the ladies had surrounded him in the tub. Two of them scrubbed his body with cloths and brushes while another prepared a towel for him.

Once out and covered he was sat in a chair while another maid had proceeded to cut his hair.

By the end, Aaron's brown hair was cut just above his ears. His blue eyes more seeable. The maids all giggled at how handsome he had become after a bit of grooming.

He was dressed in a clean, new, white long sleeved shirt with a pair of black slacks. The cotton texture was a new feeling for him.

He took a look in a mirror in the room. He could hardly recognize himself.

The red haired maid came walking up to him.

"If you are satisfied and refreshed sir Winter, I am obliged to show you to the room you will be staying in.

Aaron followed the maids down a long hallway. Pictures lined both sides. Taking a good look: Aaron figured they had to have been the current and past members of the household. His eyes gazed at the fine portraits of potential royalty.

He stopped in his tracks as he came across a particular painting. A man stood posed in a fine suit. He looked to be about the same age as Aaron's older brother. Late twenties perhaps? He had emerald eyes and golden hair that was styled with a part on the side of his head. His skin was like a porcelain doll. A portrait of perfection.

"Sir Winter?" A females voice snapped Aaron out of it. He turned from the portrait and quickly followed the women.

They came to a small room at the end of the hall. Aaron walked in. Expecting to be in awe at its glory. He was taken back. The room was small. It had simple wooden walls with a simple bed and small fireplace in the corner of the room. A commoners sitting area was what it looked like.

The maids all stood in the doorway.

"Master Fletch wishes foe you to remain here for the time being. If you are to need any of us please rin that bell". She pointed to a rope on the far wall.

"Until then sir Winter, we wish you a pleasant night."

The door shut. Aaron was completely alone.

He shuffled about the room for a bit before sitting on the edge of the bed.

He laid back and tried closing his eyes.

With his eyes closed he remembered the portrait of the man with the emerald eyes.

"I want to see that painting again".

Aaron quietly opened the door and peeked to his left and then to his right. The halls were dark and quiet.

Slithering out from the room; he made his way down the hallways.

"I'm sure it was close." He whispered to himself.

"Was it here?" He gripped the handle of a door and peeked inside.

It wasn't the portrait area he was looking for. Instead a lavish bedroom with a harsh fore that lightly lit the room. Curiosity getting the better of him he ventured inside.

The room was large with fancy paintings on the walls and ceiling. The bed was draped in a red blanket. A desk had a box of jewels sitting on it. Their metal shimmering against the flames of the fire.

Aaron kept his hands to himself. He looked around the room a bit more, taking in its wonder, before deciding to turn back.

He turned around and came face to face with a pair of green eyes. They shimmered like emeralds in the light.

"Why are you in my room?" A voice questioned. It was attached to the very set of eyes that were on him. Aaron, cautiously, took a couple steps back to get a better look.

"I won't ask a third time."

The figure reached out and grabbed Aaron by his shirt.

Getting a better view of the figures face, Aaron realized it was the same as the portrait from the wall.