Page 2 of Fight

We’ve flirted for the past six years, when we met at a mixer. My friend dragged me to it, and it’s the last one I ever attended. The way the alphas’ eyes stared predatorily at the omegas, like they were a juicy steak for the taking made me very uncomfortable.

Augustine growled at a group of alphas that surrounded me and were posturing to get me to take them home with me. The flier for the mixer promised it would be a safe environment, but clearly lied.

Augustine scared them off before dropping into the seat across from me, looking a little tense, but gave me the most gorgeous lopsided smile. He made me feel safe, and we spent the rest of the day hanging out even after the mixer, which is how we’re now still platonically attached at the hip.

The mixer solidified my decision that I am perfectly happy being alone. I have a few acquaintances that I’m friendly with and Auggie is my best friend. I’m good. I have toys to weather my heats. I’ve never had a knot that’s not silicone before, and I doubt that I ever will, though I know it bothers Augustine.

Pulling my mind away from such depressing thoughts, I turn in Augustine’s arms.

“Need me for anything, or do you want to take me out on the dance floor? I need to let loose,” I tell him with a wink.

Augustine stares at me for a moment with his intense green eyes, and I know it’s because he tracks my heats. It would be creepy if we weren’t roommates, and I kick him out for a few days during it to spend the night at a hotel.

At least, I think he stays at a hotel. I don’t usually ask how he spends that time. For all I know, he could be shacking up with a girl. I always feel bad about it, but it’s for the best. His alpha tendencies wouldn’t allow himself to hear me in distress, which would make him rip the hinges off my closet.

I have few things that really show off my omega tendencies, but my closet is a huge one. I spend a lot of time ignoring my designation until it rears its ugly head. I split the large room into two parts, one houses my clothes and the other is my nest.

We’d probably never get the deposit back on our apartment if we rented, but I don’t really give a shit. The bathroom is an en suite, and something Auggie insisted I needed.

“As if I could say no to an invitation like that,” he teases me with a smirk, jerking his chin toward the dance floor.

Holding in a girly squeal that would probably make me lose the confidence of my employees, I stalk through the club. I’m known for being a hardass while being fair. Most people forget I actually am an omega with my funky hair, tattoos, and no fucks attitude, but I unfortunately smell like an omega.

I hate wearing descenting lotion, because it makes my skin crawl. It feels as if I’m losing a part of myself whenever I do it. Augustine knows this about me, and simply tells me not to spend so much time denying who I am.

There are bouncers all over the club, it’s not as if anyone could get away with something here without someone seeing.

Holding this knowledge close to my heart, I enjoy the way people move for Augustine and I as we head into the sea of bodies dancing. My heat isn’t due for at least a week, so I don’t know why I feel off. There’s all of this energy trapped inside of my body, and the only thing that helps is to dance.

I know other people would say I should fuck it out, but I’m a virgin, and I’ll probably die one as well. I just can’t find myself trusting someone enough to give them my body, even outside of a heat.

I can’t let myself think that way about Augustine, even as his arms pull me into his body, allowing me to dance with abandon, knowing I’m protected. My muscles turn languid as the music moves through me, my hips swaying to the DJ’s beat.

I only employ the absolute best talent, which means sometimes I’ll give an unknown person a try, because I’ve heard that they can bring it. There’s a passion flowing in their veins crying out for a chance.

The crowd sings the lyrics of a popular song, and I drop my head back to sing as my body moves. Auggie and I listen to a lot of music together, so he belts out the lyrics as he dances with me.

My best friend is an alpha with brown hair and green eyes, enough muscles to make me feel tiny, and he’s six-foot-three. The well trimmed scruff he has along his face and upper lip brings more than a few women sniffing around him at my club, but he ignores them all.

My heart always beats a little faster when this happens, because I know he’ll eventually find a beautiful omega who will give him everything I can’t.

For now, I drink him in, admiring the way his black shirt stretches tightly along his shoulders and chest, and how sinful his legs look encased in his dark wash jeans. Fuck, he’s going to make a girl really happy one day.

I need a drink, but I refuse to imbibe while working, so I dance with Augustine until I’m exhausted and sweating.

“Let’s get you some water before you pass out, dancing queen,” Auggie says in the shell of my ear.

Goosebumps erupt over my skin as I nod, turning to head off the dance floor. My long blue hair is up in a ponytail, the curls flowing down my back as I walk. I’m dressed for comfort, knowing I’ll be here until closing, the ripped black jeans and black crop tank-top a staple in my closet.

There’s always a knife in my back pocket ready to be wielded, making me think I may have inherited some of my mother’s paranoia. It’s yet another thing that keeps me up at night, the nightmares from some of my mother’s worst episodes growing up.

I don’t know if she always had this break in reality in her mind due to some family history I’m unaware of, or if the trauma caused this. I can’t exactly call up any living family members either, because my mother cut all ties with them when they refused to pay for her schooling.

They didn’t think she needed it as an omega.

God, this society is so fucking broken. Most universities aren’t set up to be able to support omegas and alphas attending a space in such close quarters, which is when nonconsensual sexual relations occur.

The administration tends to turn a blind eye on it, making parents worry about sending their kids to school. Aisling and Wren, the omegas who are setting up The Omega’s Haven, are doing such amazing work to put in place resources for all omegas.

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