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All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil.
It was Riki’s 16th birthday and he’d presented as alpha.
He’d been anticipating it for a long time. Last month Jungwon had been lounging on the couch, long legs flung up the back, shorts riding high to reveal the smooth, pale skin of his thighs. Riki had passed by, eyes devouring the sight. His hands had itched to stroke the skin there, see if it was as soft as it looked. Leave a bite mark, red and bruised, in the crease of Jungwon’s hip.
Jungwon had startled awake, muscles tensing as he jerked up. His eyes narrowed. His lips drew away from his teeth in a snarl. He was an alpha, staring down a threat in his territory.
Riki froze.
Muscle by muscle, Jungwon forced himself to relax. He grimaced.
“Sorry,” he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He looked embarrassed, but tension still thrummed in the lines of his body. His stare remained hard and unfriendly. “Guess we know what you’re going to present as. Congratulations, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Riki said, heart thumping wildly in his chest. He wanted to vomit. “Congratulations to me.”
Jungwon told their parents. The timing could have been a lot worse, he pointed out. He’d only been planning on living at home for another year; with Riki on the verge of presenting, he’d just bump up his itinerary and find a new place by the end of the month.
“Think you can hold out that long?” Jungwon asked. He was smiling, but there was a hard edge to it. Unmated alphas didn’t like each other, could barely coexist without fighting. Years of being Riki’s gentle, funny older brother - wiped out in a single whiff of pheromones.
It wasn’t fair, Riki thought. It wasn’t right. Clenched his fists deep in his pockets while his mouth made the appropriate noises of assurance. The shape of a plan began to form.
All right, so it had never been that far away to begin with. A natural omega was rare; what was more common was the bitch omega. They showed up in porn, mostly. Every now and then there was a rumor that so-and-so had been bitched. Riki learned about the process in school hallways, looked it up on the Internet and found fetishistic porn of it. Most of it looked fake to him, dainty betas wearing false knots and pretending to be overcome. But he’d gotten off to it anyway, thinking about Jungwon strapped to a bench and shaking his ass like the others. About sliding his fingers up into that tight, vestigial cunt while fucking his brother’s ass, working the slit open until it bloomed into a wet little pussy dripping for a knot. Or squeezing and plucking Jungwon’s beesting nipples, encouraging them to grow into a set of tits that would sit round and heavy in his palms.
In some ways, presenting as beta would have been easier, but he couldn’t say he was sorry to be an alpha.
He looked at the nape of Jungwon’s neck. His teeth itched.
It hurt that Jungwon could no longer tolerate his presence. Riki saw his nostrils flare, his lip curl in an instinctive display of aggression. Jungwon made the effort to be polite, but he was avoiding Riki. When Riki cornered him, Jungwon’s head lowered slightly between his shoulders, weight shifting forward as if he were squaring off to attack.
As Riki drew closer to his presentation, Jungwon vanished. If Riki dared touch him - if Riki settled down next to him on the couch, wanting to feel the easy press of Jungwon’s thigh against his - Jungwon sprang to his feet and darted away. Riki should have felt similar repugnance, but didn’t. He loved his older brother - the sweet light of his eyes as he spoke, the soft cadence of his voice, the earthy and warm scent of his skin - and his love overpowered pheromone and instinct. Jungwon could not do the same for him.
That was fine. Jungwon saw him only as a brother and now rival, not a mate. Even if Riki had presented as a beta, that would never change. Only as an alpha did Riki have the power to rewrite their dynamics.
He jerked off at nights, thinking about what Jungwon would look like as an omega. Jungwon was already abnormally pretty for an Alpha. Most people mistook him for an Omega. Jungwon’s fellow Alpha friends were interested in laying claim to him as well. His brother was too naive to notice, yet Riki’s sharp eyes caught onto Sunghoon’s wandering hands, Jay’s heavy gaze directed to his neck, and Heeseung’s possessive hold.
Omegas could lactate without getting pregnant, and rumor had it that an omega milked during orgasm produced the sweetest milk of all. He thought about bending Jungwon over the kitchen table and driving into his cunt until his older brother came around his knot, and pumping milk straight into his coffee cup.
Jungwon would probably cry from embarrassment - bitch omegas were easily humiliated, a vestige of their alpha pride - and Riki would fuck him through the sobs and praise him for taking such good care of him. It was good for them, he’d read. Bitch omegas never forgot that they’d been alphas once; you had to teach them to let go of the past.
He hoped Jungwon grew a massive pair of tits. Soft, bouncy tits that he would squeeze and tug, with stiff pink nipples that he’d suck and bite. Big enough that he could make Jungwon put them in his own mouth, and watch him suck his tits while playing with his cunt.
Some bitch omegas lost their cocks. Riki didn’t have a strong opinion on it either way, but he liked the idea of Jungwon’s cock remaining where it was, an ever present reminder of his presentation.
Riki’s gums ached. Soon, he’d lose the last of his baby teeth, replacing the blunt canines with the sharp, mature fangs of an alpha. He ran his tongue over them, anticipating the change.
Maybe Jungwon sensed the trend of his thoughts. He grew more overtly hostile, until their alpha mother interceded. She gripped Jungwon by the back of his neck, not quite shaking him, fingers digging into his skin until his spine relaxed and he submitted. She let him go.
“I know it’s difficult,” she said, “but you have to control your instincts. Do you think it’s easy for me? And think of your poor father.”
Jungwon growled in the back of his throat, but he was nodding in agreement. “I know,” he said, scrubbing his face roughly. “I know.” He still couldn’t quite bring himself to look at Riki, which meant he didn’t see the way Riki stared at the red marks on his skin. “I’ll do better.”
Riki hid the way his hands were shaking in his pockets. His own instincts were clamoring - another alpha had dared touch his omega - but he clamped down on them firmly. This was a hunt of sorts, he told himself, and that soothed whatever anger stirred in his gut at the sight. He had to be patient. Unassuming.
Their mother studied him, then said, “Riki, this isn’t all on Jungwon. I see you trying to antagonize him. Both of you need to apologize to each other.”
They weren’t children, Riki thought, irritated, but he mumbled out a sorry and basked in Jungwon’s equally resentful apology. Their mother sighed.
“That’s the best I can get, I suppose,” she said. “No one told me having children would be this annoying.” She snorted. “Let that be a lesson to you both, boys. Keep your knots dry until you find the right beta.”
Riki and Jungwon groaned in unison.
“That’s disgusting,” Riki said. “Mom, do you have to talk like that?”
Her gaze was cool. “You’re almost old enough to breed,” she said. “Grow up.”
Jungwon moved out a week before Riki’s birthday.
“Sorry to miss the celebration,” Jungwon said, real regret in his voice. He still refused to come too close to Riki, but ever since their mother had lectured them, he’d been making an effort. It was like a drop of water to a man in a desert, but Riki drank regardless. It helped him temper his anger; soon, he and Jungwon would never be separated.
“It’s fine,” Riki said, striving to mimic the strained civility that Jungwon adopted around him. He stared at Jungwon’s throat a moment too long, then forced himself to remove his gaze. When he was Jungwon’s alpha, he’d make Jungwon wear something to hide the nape of his neck, so defenseless that it practically invited teeth to bite into it. It was like Jungwon wanted to be made some alpha’s bitch.
The thought made Riki smile inwardly, humorless and bleak. No alpha wanted to be an omega, let alone a bitch omega. What rights would Jungwon have? By law and nature he’d be a pretty doll for Riki’s cock, not even afforded the basic rights won by betas some decades back.
Once Riki’s mating bite was on him no alpha would be able to overwrite the claim, and he’d live out his days on his back to an endless parade of strangers suckling his tits and knotting his cunt and hole. The prospect of that fate would keep him shackled to Riki as surely as any chain.
It wasn’t how Riki had wanted Jungwon, years ago when he’d first started dreaming of his brother at night, but it was the only way he’d get it. That was the way an alpha loved. A monstrous, greedy thing, yearning to devour its rightful mate. Riki leashed it as tightly as he could but some things he couldn’t control. Even if he didn’t bitch Jungwon, the thought of Jungwon mating with some beta made his inner alpha scream. He’d kill that beta, whoever they were.
This was better. For both of them.
“Listen,” Jungwon said, “we’ll still talk. Video chat and phone calls are a thing. It’ll be okay.”
Riki darted a look at him. “It won’t be the same,” he said, and his voice came out flatter than he’d meant it to. “Everything’s changing, now that I’m presenting.”
Jungwon shrugged. “That’s life,” he said. “I hear it’ll get easier, once we mate. Mom works with alphas all the time at her job, right? She hates their guts but she can be in the same room as them.”
“Great,” Riki said. “Looking forward to that.”
Jungwon winced. “That came out wrong. I’m sure Mom would hate their guts even if they were betas. You and me - we’re never going to hate each other, right? This is all just...temporary.” He blew out a breath.
Riki caught his gaze. Held it, even though it was uncomfortable for them both. He appreciated the effort from Jungwon. His lips quirked up. "You promise?"
“Happy birthday,” Jungwon said, looking sad, and his shoulders drew up briefly. “I promise. I do. You're my brother.”
Riki made the right noises and, because he wasn’t a pathetic lead in a romance novel, refused to watch Jungwon leave. Instead he paced in his room, a caged tiger, and when he couldn’t do that anymore he went to his computer and found porn of some beta with a passing resemblance to his brother, screaming while he was gangraped by a roving group of alphas.
He knotted his fist and imagined it was Jungwon, pinned down by strangers with his knees pressed up by his shoulders, pussy opened and displayed by roving fingers. Imagined swooping in and saving him, pulverizing the strange alphas, their blood on his teeth and knuckles. Then he'd press into Jungwon's body which would welcome him, grateful and accepting, and Riki would take his rightful due.
The moment he’d realized his presentation, he’d gone online and found hormone suppressants. Some alphas who worked in industries with a high concentration of alphas took them in order to suppress certain instincts. Even mated alphas could get into fights; this just helped things run more smoothly. It wasn’t recommended for young alphas, but Riki only planned on using it once.
Just once, to get through Jungwon’s door. To get his brother to let his guard down. That was the suppressant’s other use, not openly discussed in alpha circles, but well-known to betas. Alphas, masquerading as betas, getting trusting betas alone then overpowering and knotting them.
A microdose of the suppressants only lasted a few hours. Long enough, for Riki’s purposes.