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I hoped for an uneventful practice session. I'd mainly been showing up after-hours to the university's rink purely to do laps around the edges and see how quickly I could build up speed. It was crucial to prove that I had what it took to keep up with the rest whenever I filled in a wing position here and there as an auxiliary for the team.
Really, though, part of it was to see how much I could push myself. Being the only omega to qualify, even as a backup, had been a weird thing to contend with out of the gate, as was learning that I'd been the only one to even apply in the first place. A lot of others tended to get discouraged. I'd thankfully grown up with multiple brothers who'd been more than willing to take me out on the ice to play hockey when we were all younger, even once I'd started presenting. They'd all moved out not long after that, though, which left me as the only one still going through college at the end of it all. It took a lot of practice and a careful regimen of heat suppressants to keep me from getting sidelined before my chance to prove myself.
I'd gained a sort of begrudging tolerance from the alphas on the team, at least. It was slow work. They had to admit that I was quick, likely helped by the annoying fact that I was smaller than the rest of them. Harrison, the captain, had even complimented my form the other week during practice. Mostly I found myself spending a couple nights a week on my own so I didn't have to worry about what the others would think of me. As long as I could substitute in and not completely fuck things up I'd consider it a win in my book. It was only late March and the next season wouldn't really kick in until later this year, but I was determined to be as ready as I could be.
With a slight wave to the guard outside the entrance I slipped in and instinctively made my way to the back halls of the deathly quiet building. There was generally little reason for normal students to be at the rink outside of a game going on and other skaters tended to not do their practicing this late at night, so it wasn't uncommon for me to be the only one around. I'd gotten permission from the athletics division to come in and get in some extra time, though it was annoying to realize they were granting me leniency on it due to the whole...'being the only omega' thing. I hated being treated like I was fragile, especially for something I had no control over beyond the prescription I'd fought to get my hands on. It was bullshit to hear my doctors waffle back and forth, telling me "Oh, but what if your alpha has objections to it?" constantly despite my insistence that I didn't have anyone like that in my life and had no interest in it. As far as I was concerned, I should be able to make that decision purely on my own.
The locker room's usual smell was a touch off, something which I'd only grown to be familiar with after being around it so much once everything had been said and done for the day, leaving little else but that weirdly antiseptic tinge colored by god knows what stuffed away in the rows of lockers themselves. Tonight it smelled a bit...sweatier, laced with something approaching a saccharine floral hastily plastered over it. It seemed a poor attempt to cover up what had gone on in the place, but I wasn't willing to let it get to me as I started taking off my coat, among other things, to start stuffing them into my personal locker. My sense of smell had always been one of the most annoying parts of it all once I'd started presenting as not even my prescription was able to dull it out. I'd heard talk that there were drugs that could dampen that kind of thing, but they were fairly difficult to get your hands on given the varying alpha rights lobbies that campaigned heavily against their use. Funny how omegas also put off scents of their own, yet only one half of the equation was very loud and arrogant about how everyone should have to put up with their stink.
A tense moment passed, the vague feeling that I wasn't alone flitting across my senses, before the solid ka-chunk of the door rang out across the otherwise silent room. I was sitting on the bench at the time, most of my padding pulled out of my bag, as I held my breath and stared in the general direction of the sound. Indistinct chatter hushed after they entered, for it was more than one person, and the sound of their steps meandered in my direction.
"Oh, Blaaaaaaake~"
Fuck. It was her. That voice was intimately familiar for reasons that I hated, the primary one being how often it liked to tear people down when they were within earshot. I'd had to put up with it for a while now given how she tended to be around the hockey team at times for obvious reasons.
All six and a half feet of Courtney Langston, the alpha who captained the university's figure skating team, rounded the corner, followed by two more members of it shadowing behind. Courtney herself was the epitome of, to be blunt, a spoiled bitch who viewed herself as empress of her domain, and the worst part was that she'd earned her spot at the top of her food chain. She could easily take on at least half of the hockey team in terms of brute strength despite looking fairly toned compared to them, with enough grace to make up for what she didn't have in sheer force. I'd seen her perform and couldn't fault her on that end for as much as I'd wanted to. She was absolutely infuriating with the way she looked down on most everyone around her, which had inevitably spilled over in my direction when she'd learned that I was practicing with the hockey team. Her attention was a pastel nightmare of condescension and aggressive boundary-pushing that squeezed every bit of annoyance out of you until she decided she'd had enough.
Right now, in any case, I really didn't like the look in her eyes as she tucked her bleach blonde hair behind an ear and viciously grinned at me.
"So you are here! What's an omega like you doing all by your lonesome?"
The way she curled her painted lips around that dreaded label made me tense up. The glee with which she relished it was already grinding away at the back of my mind. Her cronies were no less delighted by seeing me, yet it was clear they were used to merely backing up their leader.
"...That's none of your business, Courtney."
Corners in her visage grew sharper, eyes hardening, before she took a slow couple of steps forward and came to rest at an angle from me, shoulder perched against the row of lockers, while the alpha accompanying her silently made her way behind the bench I was resting on. Tabitha, or 'Tabby' as she was known, was an alpha who seemed to enjoy being second-in-command enough to go along with whatever Courtney said. The black-haired girl ambled further down the row of lockers somewhat and pretended that one in particular was the most interesting thing in the world while I kept my eyes locked on the leader herself. Behind her still was a beta I knew well, if only because I found her attractive and had made a point to watch most of her performances while trying to muster the courage to approach her. Naomi offered a sly, tight smile and peered from behind the alpha that towered over her, her dark curls covering one eye.
"I think it's plenty my business, Blake. Wouldn't want you getting hurt on your own and having nobody to help." She paused for a moment and thought something over, her gaze affixed on her lovingly manicured nails before lifting it back up to pierce through me. "Also, is that a proper way to address a team captain?"
I couldn't stop myself from rolling me eyes almost immediately. The vibe from them was strange and I wasn't particularly a fan of being singled out so easily in what was otherwise my alone time, but some of the shit that alphas like to harp on was impossible to ignore. My grip tightened on the edge of the pad secured between my fingers as the rest of me bristled.
"Fuck off with that. We're not in public and I'm not on your team, Courtney."
An indelicate rumble tinged the edge of the short laugh that barked out of her, subtonals immediately setting me on edge. Tabby's own amused reaction just barely measured up from the other end of my hearing. The alpha of the hour's grin stretched even wider as she looked up excitedly at the accomplice across from her for a moment.
"Oh, see, that's just the thing! I was hoping to catch you so we could have a chat. So, the thing is, due to some recent events I've found myself lacking a partner for the exhibition in the fall."
"...And? Sorry, I guess?"
I was hardly in any mood to humor her and found myself growing more nervous by the moment. Getting away from them would be worth it even if it meant skipping practice. Courtney simply let her eyes roam over me for a terse couple of seconds before bothering to reply. Her tone lent a strange, lackadaisical cadence to her words.
"Well, I was thinking...I sort of need someone much smaller than me as a partner. You know, so I can easily lift them up for tandem moves. You've seen us perform, haven't you? I know you have."
My eyes narrowed. I could tell that I already didn't like the way this was going. Bringing up height was one of the most annoying things someone could do around me given how sensitive I was about it. I hated the fact that I was on the shorter side for an omega, even if it was the key to me being able to go fast enough on the ice to qualify for the team in the first place.
"So? I don't care. Why are you bothering me with this?"
I stood up, still without my padding on, and moved towards my open locker once more to grab my bag. My efforts were foiled, though, as the door swung shut with a metallic crack, showing Tabby having slid up from outside of my view to firmly slam it closed. The noise stunned me into silence for a second as I looked between all of them. Courtney took her chance to slink closer, making me take a couple of careful steps back towards the bench again, before sharing a conspiratorial look with her fellow alpha. The latter wasn't as venomous-looking as the brightly-dressed captain who was slowly approaching with a hungry look in her eyes. Words dripped from her glossy lips with a caustic weight to them.
"You know, Blake, you'd really fit right in for that. Helps that you already know how to skate. And, beyond everything else, I think your tight ass'd look good in a leotard."
Confused panic began welling up in my hindbrain as I gingerly slid through a gap in the benches and ended up on the other side of them, my back rapidly approaching the lockers behind me. My fingers reached behind, the tips of them just barely brushing against the cold, spraypainted metal before I reassembled myself enough to respond with a shakier lilt to my words than I would have liked.
"Fuck that! I'm not gonna do a damn thing for you or your team. Leave me alone!"
Not a single bit of her was deterred in the least, which was easy to tell from the way her open grin took on an even sharper cast. Perfect, whitened teeth glared out at me from an expertly done-up face that apparently saw something that piqued her interest. I'd seen it before. An alpha who wanted something was dangerous. My slight adjustment to the side was stopped, out of nowhere, by her closing the distance and thumping the palm of her hand into the locker beside my head, shutting off my escape that way with her arm. Confusion had turned into full alarm by that point and completely tainted my finer reasoning, words lost as my lips hung open before the leering, massive woman. She was easily more than a foot taller than me, if not an extra half of one on top of it. I felt every inch of it with the way her head was tilted down in my direction, wavy blonde hair hanging between the two of us as hazel-colored eyes peered through a curtain of it. Her scent started to make itself known at that point and forcibly intruded itself into the mix. She smelled like...something approaching paint stripper, laced with an almost nauseating bouquet of strawberries and toasted almond. It was as brash and impossible to ignore as the rest of her, a fact I was quickly learning from the feeling of her muscled thigh pressing against me. Her words had a husky tone to them, composure tossed aside now that pretenses had been disposed of.
"I think you're going to be perfect for it, actually, now that I get to see you so closely now. Care to tell me why you thought you could hack it with those meatheads instead of realizing what's better for you?"
I was immediately thankful for my suppressants dulling most of the effect, as even with it coursing through me I could feel my cock twitching just a little underneath her pressure, much to my growing horror. A strained breath rattled out of me when she brought her free hand up and tenderly stroked her fingers along the scant undershirt I'd yet to cover further, long nails dimpling the fabric over my stomach somewhat. My ability to form anything coherent in terms of a response was severely hampered, leading to my poor showing of wit. I desperately wanted her the fuck off of me and didn't see an easy way about it.
"You bitch-"
My attempt to push back at her at the same time was met with that hand along my midsection thrusting upwards, her forearm swiftly crushing against my chest and pinning my arms. I'd taken worse blows on the ice before, but she was giving me a run for my money with the way a bruised grunt eked itself out in response. My vision swam for a moment, flecks of light darting about in the edges of it.
"Got a bit of a mouth on you, huh? As your new captain I'll be sure to train that out of you, Blake. Can't have the new girl being disrespectful to her betters. Never been a fan of smartass omegas, really."
She momentarily looked over to the side, where the girl I'd lusted over looked on with a mixture of vague interest mixed with something near to...boredom, almost. While I was getting directly violated in front of her. Courtney lifted her hand off of the locker next to me and did an impatient little gesture with her fingers towards the beta.
"Naomi, bring it here. We need to get her under control."
My entire body tensed as she leaned further in, most of her full weight now keeping me firmly pinned as I saw motion from the corner of my vision. Naomi had a vial in her hand, which she was soon poking a syringe into and expertly drawing the plunger back. I vaguely recalled that she was studying to be a doctor beyond her interest in figure skating. A clear fluid was filling the tube as I tried, with considerable effort, to push myself off of the lockers again while strained words rammed together in their effort to leave me.
"M'not a girl, you fucking psycho!"
More of her cloying scent wafted over me as she grew more excited with each passing moment, eyes fluttering back and forth between me and the woman who was now flicking the syringe and giving it an experimental squirt before stepping closer. Courtney's warm breath curled against my forehead, brushing aside my too-long, auburn locks that I'd been meaning to get trimmed.
"You're an omega, which means you're whatever I want you to be. I bet you've heard the sore gossip about my being a 'huge fucking dyke', huh? I know the boys love that kinda talk." The handover was happening in the meanwhile, the beta shooting me an impassive look as the syringe found itself in the frenetic alpha's open hand. "Turns out they're right, and I don't care much to dance with someone I'm not attracted to. Good thing you drew my eye by being such an effete little priss trying to act tough."
My eyes widened at the sight of her holding up the needle, impotent rage building as she continued insulting me with every word. Never in my entire life had I imagined myself being so firmly and directly...assaulted by an alpha like this. Thinking on it further, I had a hard time imagining most other alphas I knew doing something so overtly unhinged.
"See this?"
She waited, her head eventually canting to the side somewhat in a sense of mock question, demanding my interaction in my own humiliation. I eventually relented and let out a squeak of sorts as my head nodded, a thigh lifting a touch and inadvertently stroking up against her own in my efforts to keep the blood flowing properly.
"Takes a bit to get your hands on it, but my father's got money in pharmaceuticals and god knows what else. I know about your little...'prescription' or whatever you call it. A bit unnatural, isn't it? I think a good omega should know how to properly give in to an alpha." Primal terror began to build within when I realized where she was going with it. My thrashing was renewed, the flexing muscle I'd fought hard for paling in comparison to the raw power that had taken an interest in me. "How about we get nice and cozy for a little while and see how willing you are once the night is through, Blake?"
My fingers unconsciously, fruitlessly began to curl in the air as my shoe tried to scrape against the side of her leg. I didn't have the angle to really do anything of note, which only became more distressingly clear as Tabby sidled up and worked her fingers into the gap between my ridden-up shirt and the tight, black leggings I usually wore underneath the outer layers of padding. The latter were pushed down, that uncomfortably cold stretch of skin exposed by it only serving to wind my panic ever higher as it became clear as to what was about to happen. Courtney's predatory grin, tightness lancing through the corners of it each and every time she stifled another one of my struggles, hovered in my view all the while, only broken up by her soon looking down at what Tabby had exposed. The other alpha's stench of plum and something akin to cheap wine only told me that she was a bit excited by it as well, which sent a twisted jolt of arousal through my body as it tried to meet them halfway with those rampant, biological urges I'd done so much to tamp down.
"Wanted to be the one to give you what you need so desperately myself, babygirl. Could've had one of the others inject you, but it just feels so nice to get hands-on with it."
My incoherent stammering started spilling forth as she lowered her hand, fingers taking a moment to caress along my exposed ass cheek as the plunger between two of them gingerly pressed in and reminded me of the needle's presence, as if she was merely holding a cigarette while copping a feel. As mortified as I was by my behavior, there was little else I could do but beg given how I was already feeling exhaustion creep in at the edges due to being woefully outmatched.
"Please, just...just-, Courtney, please, tell me what you want and let me go-"
A low hiss of air sizzled through her teeth as her eyes narrowed, that noxious shade of blonde draped over part of her face as she leaned in further. I could see the line of the extra lipstick she'd used to create that 'cupid's bow' look on her upper lip from how close it was. Her tone had a venomous, quiet edge to it, each and every syllable carefully chosen so it could scrape against my brain in concert with the bludgeon of the thick stench wafting off of her.
"Blake, I'm already getting what I want. Seeing you mewl like this, like the way you should. I'm saving you from your own stupidity before you get yourself maimed on the ice. Saving you for something you're better suited for. Eventually, you'll even thank me for showing you your place."
The worst part of everything was how I couldn't stop my body from doing the bare minimum in reacting to her presence even as each and every word horrified me beyond belief. I was being sexually assaulted and my cock was stiffening in the meanwhile, the top of the shaft just barely visible from above the band of my leggings. The only defense I had against anything further was the drug coursing through me, but she was actively looking to 'fix' that. My attempt to kick my leg out somewhat was met with her crushing her muscled thigh up against me more, every bit of her training shining through as her efforts were rewarded by the strained, stilted groan that dripped free. For all her talk of saving me from injury, she was actively bruising the shit out of my midsection and threatening to make me impotent in the process. Pain mixed with taut nausea, each breath cut off halfway through in fear of pressing too hard against her.
"Fuck you-"
My words slid off into a grimace as her fingers clenched hard into my ass, fastidiously maintained nails doing a number on the flesh there. Courtney seemed impatient at this point and let a slight growl slip out, warmth blooming against the side of my neck as she dipped in. A sticky ring of her heavy lipstick preceded teeth raking across skin, primal mental connections trying to fire off in response and getting rebuffed by the bulwark I'd put in place. Her fumbling against me masked her motions below, fingers folding back so as to position the needle properly. The cold, unfamiliar twinge of slight metal made my brain start freaking the fuck out with nothing to keep it from happening, and as she made the insertion I couldn't bar the keening whimper from escaping me. My vision turned fuzzy from delirious exhaustion as a solid half inch of steel punctured into fat and began depositing the payload. It hurt more than it probably should have. A searing ache began to develop once she plucked the needle out and whipped it to the floor, where it skittered somewhere away from the two of us and underneath a bench. Tabby swore from being startled and grumbled under her breath as her leader quietly worked further on me.
Now-free fingers resumed their possessive, incorrigible mauling of my cheek, seemingly intent on massaging the counter-agent to my suppressant further in. Sinking fear drew sweat to my brow and forced a chill to break out across my skin, the locker room's air suddenly feeling cold against whatever part of me didn't actively have Courtney's smothering heat pinning it down. Shudders cascaded into pained whines the moment her canines dug deeper, muted warmth telling me when skin had been broken. Queasy thoughts bubbled to the surface as my brain succumbed to worrying about what was going to become of me. For as much as my mind was racing, the alpha and her cronies appeared to have nowhere else to be and were simply biding their time. Through my blurry vision and the feeling of Courtney's tongue flitting against my blood I could just barely make out Naomi thumbing through a textbook and scribbling onto colorful little sticky notes between the pages while stretched out on a bench. Tabby was leaned against the lockers a few down from the two of us and seemed to be engrossed in something on her phone. The casual disinterest in what was happening nearby infuriated me, yet all of my rage appeared to pale before the feeling of the rancid, dreaded arousal slowly seeping in and filling the cracks that the alpha was leaving behind with her forced ministrations.
"Hrgk-"
A trail of drool stained my lower lip as most of it pooled in the corner, the quiet burn of blood loss in my extremities tingling for a few gravid moments before Courtney pulled back, the ring of bruised flesh left behind shying away from the fluorescent, dirty lights above. I hated her smug, fucking face and how it easily bobbed within my view once more, even more so due to the vaguest tinge of happiness from my omega hindbrain kicking back into gear once more to tell me how good I was being for her. I'd worked hard to shut that groveling traitor away so I could make something of myself, but he was now gleefully peering around the edge of the previously-locked door and sneering at the rest of me.
"You can feel it already, huh? Knew an omega trying to mask herself'd give in pretty easily, offered the chance."
Belligerence flared up and stomped at the creeping spread of those submissive tendencies inside. A weak attempt to thrash out of her hold accompanied my words.
"I'm a fucking man, you creep!"
Searing pain blossomed forth from my ass as her nails shifted angle and tore a fine series of scratches into my already-bruised skin, her manic grin filling what little I could see through my wince.
"Oh, you have no idea how good you smell right now, Blake. How's it feel to get so aroused by me doing this to you?" I was becoming uncomfortably aware of how much she was right, how much my dick was hardening against her thigh. "I have all night to wait until you agree. A few words and I can have the athletics department boot you from the program entirely. You're already a bit of a loose end for the dean."
The trickle of coagulating blood against the side of my neck splintered and grew damp once more with a fresh coating as my head lolled to the side. Labored hissing covered up the spiraling thoughts fighting with each other in my head. She had the money and influence to do exactly as she said, I knew that much.
"Come on, babygirl, you want to be on the ice, don't you? Let me help with that. How's being in the lead duo of the team sound, compared to being an alternate?" Rampant glee colored her venomous words, the violent shade of pink flashing around her lips as she turned to briefly look over at the beta I'd once held a torch for. "Naomi, you said Harrison agreed to it, right? He even worth a damn in bed?"
She looked up from her schoolwork and rolled her eyes while a lance of despair wedged itself deep into my heart, the realization that I'd been sold out by the captain merely background noise to the two girls carrying on as if I wasn't even there. Naomi's gaze briefly flickered in my direction before settling back on Courtney.
"He's a sweetheart. We're going on another date next week."
Something snapped inside, a dull pop heralding a rush of near-alien sensations that I soon recognized as my long-neglected omega urges reforging their connections in my body and rejoicing at the feeling of alpha marking my neck. Her stench, as acrid as it had been to begin with, curled an underlying sweetness into my periphery and made me think of one of those tooth-rotting cocktails that would slam you with a headache to rival an earthquake the morning after. Pain twisted with humiliating amounts of bottled-up, primal lust and had me deliriously gazing at my tormentor through half-lidded eyes. More than anything at that moment, I wanted to not be pinned against the lockers anymore.
"...I,-"
Courtney swiveled around to face me once more, her own eyes narrowing for a moment as they searched my features for...something. I couldn't tell what.
"Yeah? Speak up, Blake. Sooner we move on the sooner I can get you up to speed on your new role as my partner."
I didn't see any way out of it all. The more I whipped about the further my exhaustion grew, her bulk more than plenty enough to keep me tamed for the time being. I hadn't even seen her break a sweat, yet. My body was slipping down a muddy hill, each step skidding multiple feet at a time from my suppressant breaking apart, slowly but surely. The traitorous ghost of pre-slick began to paint between my thighs, and I hoped to whatever god had cursed me to be an omega to begin with that she wouldn't find out about it.
"-Just, hhhh, okay, just...let me down." The edge of whimpering to my tone made me cringe, internally. "Let's...let's talk, Courtney."
A slow, malicious grin threatened to split her visage, so much overt cruelty papered over by makeup and plastic surgery. Her pupils dilated, nails below gingerly teasing over the throbbing welts left behind by her attention.
"I've been waiting for you to crack, but you're still forgetting yourself, omega. What's my proper title?"
I could feel the color start to drain out of my face, just the flush of red dancing across the bridge of my nose left behind.
"Sorry, Alpha. I'm sorry. I'll-, I'll talk now. Please, Alpha."
For the first time in what felt like hours, Courtney Langston pulled back and let me breathe properly. The other two simply eyed me up, impassively.
"I'm glad you're capable of learning your place, Blake. Welcome to my team."
Bruised, lingering anguish pooled up in my chest as I leaned over and caught my breath. What was I even agreeing to?