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Red liquid trails its way down his tan skin, white gauze now staining the color red. Vision blurred from his left eye swelling. Some cuts are deeper and longer than the thin small ones but they all sting the same pain. The rocks of the breaking pathway create bumps under his tires, though he's used to the feeling. The feeling of uneven roads pain him to no extent. Maybe because his bruises are still fresh and litter his body. That's not it....he's felt the irritation of his clothes rubbing against his wounds so many times that he's lost count. It might be the feeling of being enclosed almost suffocating. This dump he's called home, the home that threw him aside like every other unwanted child. Although he is no longer a child anymore. living in this hep of trash was horrible but it was livable. he survived, he had enough weight on him to at least stand up right. so he was getting by for the time being.
He's been down this rocky path his whole life and nothing has changed except more holes forming in the ground. The same lights and always the same fights. The fights that never excite him anymore, the fights he always throws. The Old man has been doing the same sham since the beginning. Hopping rings was a normal thing but junk dog understood that alphas would always be the same. Most are non mature teens who want the attention, those types of dogs cant fight but they can pose well. Perhaps if he could act like a proper omega, maybe, just maybe his life would be bearable.
rocks flew up from the rolling ground and one got in his sight of line. The tiny iron piece created yet another crack in his googles. Might as well take his eye out with it, he might get some courtesy from it. An omega. junk dog clenched his teeth, the grid of bones made a crunching sound. Who the hell would want to be a puny omega, a weak object that is mostly extinct due to the omega taking shit and not fighting back. just like bugs that get squeezed. why couldn't he be an beta at least. He wasn't that short, he could be a small alpha. but alphas aren't much better, those bastards are possessive fucks who eat when they please. "tch"
the thought of being owned made the man sick. if people found out he was an omega, he would surly die. Alphas would eat him up or slit his throat when they find out he can't even produce pheromones. and no one wants an omega that disobeys. 22 years and not a single heat, and getting pregnant wasn't an opinion. the though of having a little monster was down right awful.
Alphas are scary creatures, they were meant to be prized and shown in the light. Even if an omega mated with a stronger being an alpha would never bow down to a lower rank. Megalo boxing was the same way, alphas take pride in glory and the attention. The raw beating down of fist, even betas are sometimes the ones that shine. But Omega's, no, the few that are left are held tight by their owners. The binding chains is some thing junk dog fears, the binding of a bite it's some thing of a nightmare.
His prize of a motorcycle comes up on the old tires rear, non-gracefully swerving around a double edged rock. The tremble of the bike presses on to his arse, he feels uncomfortable thinking of an alpha. Horseshit he thinks internally. Who wants a damn alpha.
Rocky road soon turn into smooth ones. Unfamiliar lights twinkle through junk dogs goggles. He was so lost in thought he didn't realize he was the main city. Damn..! I've never been this far. then His clothes start to feel Moist. Great, now it's raining , he grumbles in his head. Driving forward a smell catches his nose. The smell burned through his body, sending a wave of nausea through him. His body jolts and his shoulders quiver. his hands grip the handles on his bike, so hard that his knuckles turn white bringing out the scar tissue of his hands. His eyes roll back into his head almost running him off the street, Silva dripping from the corner of his mouth. He shacked hos head and held his breath but that didn't stop his body swaying. Bushy eyebrows furrow in confusion. "what in the bloody hell is this!" He gasps put his chest felt heavy with no oxygen. Was his helmet always so crammed.
He blinks his eyes through the wet glass of his goggles. A path of purple and red mist, leads off into an exit 3rd. It's faint but it's the same smell. He narrows his eyes. he had to know. for the first time his instincts spoke out to him, luring him to follow and so he did. As if he was being pulled. He Swiftly turns his bike following the mist into the exit way missing the private property signs hanging on a close by billboard.
The Unknown smell rang through his body like a drug. speeding up, his eyes down cast only watching the Spacious Fog. The smell grew stronger turning his eyes in the slits. Not watching his surroundings the sound of heals clicking catches his attention. Looking up just in time to see a well-dressed woman."Shit!"
Slamming on his brakes barely missing the woman, when his bike flies up knocking him off. Sliding across the asphalt his movements were stopped when his shoulder met his bike. Fuck! That hurt..! He mentally moans. he twisted and turned on his back for a moment then he was pissed. Who The hell in the right mind would walk Straight into the road! Junk dog rages.Lifting himself up on his hands, he starts to raise his voice. " Are you INSANE?! Do you want to die!"
Once the dizziness in his head fades. He raises his head to scold a woman more, only for his words to catch in his throat. The same smell that he lost when he hit the ground crashes into him like ocean waves. His body feels like jell-O. And that moment Violet eyes meet hazel eyes. the half omega never wanted something so much before.