So, as it usually goes, I accidentally died and isekai-d.
The ceiling I've never met before greeted me after coming to consciousness after that death, that's for sure. But the in-between?
The in-between was scary, eerie and calm, all at the same time, as if my guts - the one you are not supposed to have after you die and going through the out of body experience, those guts - rebel against being on the inside. Like something was pulling and tugging, twisting and dismantling.
And at some point during that time in the in-between, I made a deal with someone very bad.
I couldn't remember with whom exactly. But based on the fact, in whose body I woke up and in which type of world? The only thing I knew from that period of time was that I needed to learn more about this omegaverse world and why is it omegaverse, even, or something like that. Like, I'm pretty sure this deal seemed to be curiousity-driven and not a favour to me personally. Far from it.
I was a vanguard of sorts, that was the general feeling, but I was elated about getting myself a new life. And of course I didn't know about the omegaverse beforehand, or I would've refused. It's a weird-ass world and the being who sent me here left me in the dark about it.
I also knew for sure that this was a deal and not an accident.
All the dutch cheese holes in my memory had a stench of something rotten, but I quickly determined that I won't be able to do anything about it. Which is exactly why I decided to get more acquainted with the room first. All the while, the potty-mouth girl in my new brain kept screeching like a banshee. Something about the nightmare and stuff, I didn't quite have a desire to tune in.
The room smelled fresh, nothing like the usual dusty and somewhat stale air of my almost always abandoned workaholic apartment. On weekends I went out to hike so that I won't go totally crazy out of pointless office work that I didn't even like, and I aired my flat out from time to time, of course. But it was an old building, the cold-ass country most of the time, and I'm pretty sure I was suffering from some form of depression or apathy, because I didn't find those bad thoughts wrong at the time.
There was no such thing as depression now.
The ritual this body perfected began at five thirty in the morning.
The body - I'm pretty sure, did it on its own - took the water bottle off the nightstand, drank half of it in one go and started stretching. Then I looked in the wardrobe mirror right by the door, laser-focused on the boobs I never had before and face I've never seen before.
I was a man and had a flat chest for a reason, goddammit! Hiking is a bitch to do if you're unfit, so I was keeping fit! The only reason I continued life, it seemed sometimes, was because I liked food. And the only reason I continued keeping fit while liking food is because I liked the ambience of relatively no civilisation, too much to refuse it by my own actions. If I lost the loveliness of the nature conquering to my shitty-ass job and fastfood indulgences, I wouldn't have found it in me to continue.
And this girl sure needs some regular feeding schedule, what's with the feeble anatomy lesson that I could observe in the reflection. She did not, in fact, look unhealthy enough to call it anorexia, but I don't quite understand how in all hells her parents weren't concerned...
The thought of parents brought a slight headache to my already bursting brainmatter. And I've received my first batch of rather explanatory memories.
Parents had a slight misfortune of being daft chickens, the both of them, but in different things. Father, Neil Wolfe - alpha male, bad at business while being the head of a company, prideful, one of many children in a big traditional family, doesn't care for shit about me because I'm not the alpha son he always wanted. Well, more like, my father's parents always wanted.
Mother, Alaina Rowley - beta female, now already ex-wife, of this idiotic father, cares more about knowledge and science than any relationship drama, dared to ignore father's alpha-ness when they first met and he flirted. She fell in the dishonest fight against the rich man honest courtship. Apparently, you can win over a very much uninterested beta female, if you make huge donations to the world-changing but underpaid lab where your crush tries to save puppies, or whatever she was doing at the time.
None of those crazy permanent marks from those omegaverse stories here, though, the ones to prevent people from separating. Because Father did have the omega - arranged by his weird-ass family - as his first wife, who somehow never gave him any children in all five years of their marriage. And she's currently in another relationship, not dead or damaged in any way.
So, I am his eldest child, and nothing could change that. And then, after losing interest in my mother, he got another woman into his clutches. She provided him with twins who did not present as anything as of yet, but the preliminary evaluation showed that they would most likely be Betas. That's how I got myself two baby sisters of the middle school age.
And after all this time of running around like a headless chicken, trying to fulfill the wishes of grandfather, to gain the better standing and all that, he just gave up on marrying any of his pursuits and simply lived a life of a watered-down playboy. He didn't think that simply being effective in business would've been a much better way to assure the family that they won't need to replace his leadership in the company he kept leading to the assured sinkage. While fucking up the company and ignoring any of my suggestions, simply on the basis of me being young and inexperienced. And that wasn't even a problem, because before I tried, he ignored those, who weren't, in fact, young and inexperienced.
Whatever the hell this omegaverse world was, it was as real as the headache that split my head after those memories planted themselves in my brain.
And as I grew, the determination to join the family business and be valued by the grandparents, turned to the determination of being free from the expectations and live my life without this hectic idiocy of catering to someone's wishes just because they controlled my employment while I shouldn't have been employed at all.
But this family situation was exactly why this girl preferred to live in the dorm. Not that she had much choice in the matter while attending one of the most reputable boarding schools in the country.
Also, the countries and the names of the companies were all wrong, even though everything else got shamelessly plagiarised - I did rush to google the first thing after freaking out about my new boobs, and almost lost it, when it said Bobble instead.
To become someone worthy and invaluable? That would require no distractions and dependents in the first few stages of the plan. That was how I decided not to follow any of those weird and relatively unnecessary steps of getting to know the supposed fiance my grandparents saddled me with. I mean, I did get to know the guy's name, and we went to the same school every day since middle school. But the boy was apparently born with a very loud mouth and the sheer audacity to perpetually slander the person he never knew at all. The first public interaction ended up a disaster, when the boy complained at being introduced to a freak like me and I just silently moved away and ignored it all. The boy was clearly an idiot and idiots are a waste of time, or that's what my mother always says. I had a feeling that his own parents tried to pressure him into getting to know me better, and instead of talking about it like a normal person, he pushed his bullshit on me.
Well, he didn't seem to understand that I wouldn't want him at any point of my life, not that I said it out loud. My momma raised me right, and I'm never going to be impolite or presumptious, even if the situation somewhat calls for it. Waste of energy, mother always says. Anyways, I could understand anyone's reluctance to be paired up with someone whose looks or demeanour you can't like. After all, for most of the omegas I've ever met, I was, in fact, a freak.
I gradually started feeling the very much unknown to me sensation of something, slightly wet and at the same time something not stiff enough, inside my current meagre attire - the very much childish Shrek pajama shorts.
Then my gaze turned to the bedsheets, where I found a long lost little cousin of the fleshlight. That thing was known to anyone who ever watched porn more often than twice a year. I wasn't the avid watcher or ever used one in my life, but I was aware of the concept. And the whole set-up, with nice naked boobs, all this omegaverse situation and memories of somehow agreeing with being called freak, made me wonder what the fuck it was doing here on my bed.
I didn't like that I started having ruts and had to leave school grounds for this and close myself in my old room at mother's house. The smells are bad for good studying or whatever, that's for sure. But some free time for unwinding without it being a weekend? And my special anatomy made it so that I literally couldn't act all alpha-like without a willing omega in heat or being in rut myself. Mother knew the importance of that kind of stuff and made me learn as well. She was, in fact, a renowned scientist in the medical field and couldn't bear for her child to be the casual dumbass about these things. Plenty of people, she said, were being unreasonably medieval about all the intricacies of alpha and omega presentations. I still couldn't for the life of me understand what she actually did in that lab of hers, mostly because she never explained in full.
So we had the rut, right?
"Ugh, then what I'm feeling down there is the residue of..." I muttered out loud. "What the fuck is this anatomy anyways? How in all hells I have a whole unfolding dick inside me and why is it even a thing?! Fuck, I need a shower right about now."
I put my right hand down low and felt myself up - for science, of course.
This wasn't a proper labia, that's for sure. I would know - it's not like I couldn't pleasure a woman without whipping out a dick, surely that counts for something.
But my exploration was interrupted by mother's knock on the door.
She met me yesterday morning, after I was sniffed down by the first omega teacher to meet me in the halls. I didn't even notice - because my morning routine did not include anything but getting to the classes and eating some scramble for breakfast before the start. How would I know that I smell wrong when my smell is never even that prominent?
"Morgan, you fine?" she called out and added with a tinge of amusement. "You usually finish up in a couple of days, did something change?"
I did have a very short rut, and I was blessed by it - I did not have time for those week-long debaucheries. Wastes of time from those wild stories my classmates loved to spin, and you have to quarter all their bullshit to get to even the half of what actually happened. School, especially with the boarding options, like the Golden Lion Academy, had special rooms for both omegas and alphas on their cycle, but you had to stay there for almost all of the week - they were being cautious about it, what's with all the important people's kids attending. Which is why I had to bother my mother once in a while.
"Mom? I'm not decent yet."
"That is unusual. Something wrong? Morg, the breakfast is ready, I'll pack you some lunch and drive you in a few. You sure everything ended?"
"Yes, I don't have any urges. I think it is, in fact, over."
I was rather calm in this predicament, because I was pretty sure - based on those memories I got - that this woman was honestly the most chill person I've ever met. Her mind wasn't on earthly matters, like, ever, and she took any sort of shit in stride.
I'm pretty sure I was either her accident or her experiment. Or both.
Wait... This voice isn't just there, while I receive the memories? It's actually answering?
Also... I don't think it actually finished. I'm slick and wet and got a bit aroused from looking at mine own boobs. Could it be that it didn't in fact end?..
The peak of rut would be very much different from any sort of arousal the female alpha like me could ever feel outside of it, and as it was far from peak, I could endure, no problem. I moved through the crowd of dispersing students on the first floor of the school building, very irritated by the whole situation. I have to lose the whole friday to these shitty circumstances. I put on the mask, of course, as I didn't care for those opinionated morons who believe that you have to tough it out and assault your senses with all these smells. Like, it's anything good when you can smell all the omegas and alphas around, ugh.
The boy I didn't really want around me on a good day, nevermind now, decided to stop me, and I was quite far from the parking lot where my mother is supposed to be waiting.
I was a bit taller than him but not bigger in any way, so it was rather easy for him to clamp down on my elbow unexpectedly and genuinely freak me out.
"Kim, let me go," I mumbled through the mask and freed my arm. "I don't have time for your questions right now."
"Wolfe, why the fuck are you stinking up the air? You won't get any, even if you try, don't you know?"
He had a narrow face with asian features, and a very slimy nasty smile when he was like this. He seemed to think that I would ever want him in any capacity. All of the times I said, that the contract of engagement is not quite legally binding if not followed through, has fallen on deaf ears, it seemed. He kept trying to bully me since the start of the year, sent some of his admirers after me, and some of them tried to disturb my peace at the dorm.
"This is your opinion and you have a right to it," I said monotonously and continued walking, while he continued to irritate me by not leaving me well the fuck alone. "I have nothing to talk to you about."
"You are a stinky bitch who'd never get me," he hissed, getting uncomfortably close for my liking. "Whatever it is that you are trying to do, you won't get any, even if you stink up the whole campus with your..."
I tried to evade him and get out the door as soon as I could, but in my haste I didn't notice the gaggle of classmates entering. Most of them were girls, some Beta, some Omega - I knew that mostly because we're in the same space for years already, and I hear things even if I don't quite want to. It's obvious why they were here and now, everyone from Omega-dorms usually are later to the main building than me, because their residence was much closer than the Alpha one.
"I'm sorry, I was distracted," I nodded at the blonde girl I bumped into and quickly gathered her notes from the floor, trying to calm my heart down. "Inga, right? You're in my class, it is fortunate that we met. I need your cooperation for today, if you don't mind."
"Is that so?" her voice was devoid of much emotion, calm and pleasant, and I always enjoyed her competency during any of the classes we shared.
She took the notes from me and started stacking them more neatly, but I her friends frown or grimace at me. And sure, one of them, Katherine, did interrupt and intercept in a mere moment.
"Why are you talking to Ingrid, even? You never even spoke to any of us outside of some group assignments. Ask someone else, will you?"
"And do not ignore me," the one I kept trying to escape refused to let me, and his mocking voice kept grating on my nerves. "It's the first time I see you this out of balance, what is wrong with you, Wolfe?"
He understood perfectly well what was wrong with me and just wanted to humiliate me. But I was not, in fact, some mindless animal with no agency during some irregular hormonal swings. We were humans, and as mother always said, we always have a choice to control ourselves, and if a person cannot, then it's not the problem of society.
"My mother is waiting outside," I looked at the blonde girl and asked her anyways. "I'll owe you one, Ingrid, please lend me some notes when I come back. I trust your notes the most, that's why I'm asking."
"Okay," she simply nodded and sniffed the air. "You smell irritated, though. Something happened?"
"Well, I'd have to write the today's test assignment next week because of unexpected biology lessons from my own body," I deadpanned and rolled my eyes, the girl chuckled as she understood what I meant immediately. "Nurse scolded me like I'm five years old, ugh."
"Oh, really, Wolfe, this is how weak your scent is when you're in a fucking rut? You're funny in your desperation!"
This puny fucktard decided to barge in on the talk he wasn't invited to and my irritation spiked once again.
"Are you afraid to hurt someone, if you smell them in your desperation? Is that it?" he put his hand on my scent-cancelling mask and fucking pulled it off. The smells assaulted me and, as usual, made my nose bleed in no time. I put my fingers under the nose and tried to stop the slow trickle of burst capillaries.
Calm and collected, Morgan! Calm and collected!
"This is your opinion and you have a right to it," I muttered once again, tugged my mask from his hand and turned back from the door. "I need a minute."
"I'll help," Ingrid somehow irritated the whole cluster of her friends by these words, but before they voiced anything they wanted to - they've already opened their mouths - she scoffed. "You know Morgan, she's harmless."
"We do not know Morgan, at all! Who the hell is Morgan?" whined Katherine and received that stack of notes for her trouble.
"Yes, ladies, don't you know that she considers herself my fiancee and was always quite harsh with me," the moronic trash-brain decided to pitch in in his slimy whiny voice.
"I am saying this for hundredth time," Ingrid put a pack of paper wipes from her bag and closed the distance between us to pat my bloodied lips and nose with it. "Thanks, Inge, appreciate it. So, what I'm saying is that any contract like that is not, in fact, binding at all, and you should just calm your tits. Ugh..."
The blonde laughed and teasingly slapped my forearm with her other hand.
"Hah, the first time you lose your composure, Morgan, and that's..."
"I need to wash up," I interrupted her and started walking in the right direction. "Thanks for the wipe, but I think I might need something else for that..."
"Oh, I know, I know! You should get a tampon!" that nutter Katherine muttered in delight. "Let's get you to the dispencer!"
"That dispencer... ugh..." I put my nose up as far as possible and started waiting on the paper to get soaked and sponge up all the blood it could. "It's in omega female space, I shouldn't go there for my own safety, I think."
Ingrid laughed once again, making me wonder if I keep evading my calling in comedy when all of my sarcasms usually stay on the inside.
"Nobody would jump you, that I'm sure of, it's not like you're in any way desireable, you freak alpha," this guy deserved those weirded out looks he received and pretended not to notice.
And I, as usual, pretended not to be offended and monotonously answered.
"This is your opinion and you have a right to it."
The moron just waved his hands a bit while bubbling with this rage of a surely daft cunt, and stormed off someplace I don't care to know.
"You do know that he's dating someone, right?" laughed Katherine and Ingrid kept close to me for some reason, while we walked to the omega space together. "You don't even care?"
"Of course I do not care. I don't intend to follow through on those outdated agreements. It's not like I even like him as a friend, to care about something like that," I rolled my eyes in responce and pushed the door to the toilet open. The tampon dispenser was on the wall and I didn't quite know how to use those for real, but I went to it and pushed the button to get one.
"Katie, could you please wait outside?" the calm voice from behind startled me a bit, but I didn't really care for anything but leaving the school as soon as possible, I was sure that mother was waiting already - my phone buzzed a couple of times in a pocket.
"Ugh, how do I even..." I tried to water some paper first and assess if I even need such measures, what's with how it isn't leaking anymore.
The hand on my shoulder, after I successfully washed the bloodstains off my face, was not quite expected but when I turned and that was Ingrid, I just calmly smiled and asked.
"If you're going to help me with those notes, you mind if I find you on Sunday? My mother will be working anyways, so I'll get back by the end of the weekend, not staying out for long."
"Don't you feel... anything?" mumbled Ingrid and the pleasant smell of freesia and apple entered my nostrils with the strength of a nuclear-powered icebreaker. It was calming and soothing and kind of tantalising, but I won't be acting on any of this, because I know of my meagre worth in all this stupid game of alphas and omegas.
"Your scent is nice, very soothing, thanks," I admitted and sniffled. "Can I go? I don't want to leave my mother waiting."
"Is she Omega?" the question seemed to be unrelated at first.
I answered.
"No, she's Beta, why do you..."
Then she put her mouth on mine in a wonderful attempt at a thorough kiss, with biting and sucking and making me aroused allright, but I couldn't, I wouldn't fall for this distraction even though being kissed like this and teased like this is so uncomplicatedly nice.
"Would you like me to help you?" she quietly purred, trying to catch my eyes with her own gaze, but never quite succeedinig, which caused her to reasonably question me. "What?.."
"I wouldn't, no," I answered firmly and blinked at her hurtful expression. "This isn't the place or the time for such things, and you need to get to the class right now. I'm perfectly capable of handling this on my own. I've been doing it for a while now, it's not like this is something new to me. If that moron had never taken my mask off, I would've already been on my merry way to my stash..."
"Oh, you got a stash!" giggled Ingrid in delight and pinched my ear in clear frustration. "You just got proposed by the pretty Omega, whose scent you obviously like, to do things to her, and you're saying that your stash could compare?"
"Well, frankly, Inge, I do not know you and honestly unable to handle getting to know you during the rut," I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't really do..."
"Ugh, you alphas are all the same! You don't do relationships, huh? I thought, you're..."
"Well, no, I didn't mean..."
She interrupted me by tugging her silky and colorful scarf from her neck, then she forcibly pushed it in my hands and rushed out the door. I noticed how her scent soured and expression turned stoney, but I just stood there and prayed to anyone who would listen. I never wanted any drama, but I always got it in abundance because of that dramatic moron of a fiance. I somehow believed that he's the only moron like that, for real. But this?.. I thought, she's smart and collected and admirable and...
"What the fuck did you do, you..." Katherine barged in and added to the drama, allright.
"She doesn't listen... Is this the omega thing? Tell me and be honest, Katie!" I wondered and put her scarf on my own neck, as I really liked her smell, and it was as good as the mask, but the mask got sullied by my blood in the process. And mother would certainly ask about the stains after noticing them. And I won't be able to lie and miss even one single detail of this whole mess, which would in turn lead to mother teasing me til the end of the world.
"What the fuck. Do you mean?" she crossed her hands under her arms and pursed her lips. "You're what, autistic or something? How didn't you understand her interest before it came to..."
"Well, I am on the spectrum, I think, but I don't think it matters much," I rubbed my eyebrows and sighed. "I wanted to say that I don't do hook-ups, but she said something about me being the same and not wanting relationships... Do you call hook-ups relationships as well?"
"What in the fuck. Is wrong with your luck?" wondered Katherine, came closer with a patented cunning smirk and patted me on the top of my head. "Poor baby, did you hurt your brain while thinking?"
"I might as well," I sighed again and closed my eyes. "Tell her I said thank you for the scarf. And for her to actually let me finish speaking next time."
She nodded and quietly said to my back, when I was already at the door, ready to get out.
"If you play with her, I'll fucking kill you, alpha, do you understand?"
"I thought," I turned my head towards the audacious girl and continued, looking straight into her eyes. "It was she who tried to play with me, not I. I'm entering rut, and she never... Well, I don't know."
"You... You wouldn't. That's right. Do you need help getting to the parking lot?"
"Nah, I'll manage."
Morgan, for her part, did manage, in the end. And she also managed not to tear the nice scarf apart. She kept getting a bit of quality suction from the toy, lube squelching and hands trembling while pawing the bedsheets. And at the same she didn't stop nosing and snuggling that scarf while trying not to bite it and drool on it.
The rut was... Well, one night of temporary madness because of some hormonal fuckery - I could understand. Some of those crazy stories when people had week long marathon of whatever you may call that unhinged mating they described?
The memory of that night alone with a simple toy, some imagination and plenty of water being consumed, along with some medicine to ease the process - well, all of that shit was as disturbing as it was hot.
Apparently, the whole scent thing was not, in fact, some sort of bullshittery. With the omega scent, the whole thing went as smooth as it could. And judging by the memories, she might as well try to cash it in.