Melanie
I groaned as I came, the vibrator working its magic, like it always did. Tingles flooded across my pussy as I thrust into myself, on my back, knees high, legs spread open as I tried to get deeper. But the knot was in the way.
I arched my back, as if I was an omega, asking for it with no control over my body. Just there, begging to be fucked.
I gave a small cry as I switched the setting, getting in a few more thrusts before the pleasure started to fade.
My pussy was tight, and I enjoyed pulling out the ribbed dildo, seeing how wet it was, sometimes even pretending it was slick.
It was fucked up, I knew that. But I also knew I wasn’t the only beta that wanted to be more.
Taken by the Rogue Alphas was the best alphaporn audiobook to get me going in the mornings. It helped prepare me for another day of clearing out nests of perfect omegas with their perfect packs.
And it was written by a beta who was famous for her smut. So I wasn’t alone, at least.
I sighed as I switched off the vibrator, throwing it on the towel beside me on my bed. I wasn’t saying that it was a daily occurrence, but I kept wet wipes next to my bed just so I didn’t have to get up straight away. If I had time, I like to lie there and bask in the flash of self-loathing that came after an orgasm.
I hated being a beta.
No slick, can’t take a knot. Well, not without lots of prep, and even then it was uncomfortable. No perfuming, or alpha’s panting over me as I went into heat. I guess I was saved from periods like other betas. The doctors said there was something wrong with me, and I had to take pills to make me bleed, but I wasn’t going anywhere near those, not with all the side effects.
I curled my hand through my pubes, stroking myself, my legs still open. It helped me relax. I wanted to enjoy the next five minutes, before I started getting for work.
“Alexa, stop playing,” I said into the room. The speaker shut off just as the alpha was choking Amanda as she came for the third time.
A grimy alleyway, forced knotting, noncon - it ticked all of my boxes. The only problem was, none of those could ever be for me.
My eyes flicked to the clock on my bedside table, and I groaned, rolling onto my side. I thought I had more time, but I’d gotten too carried away with Amanda and her alpha.
I closed my eyes, pushing myself up. It was Friday, so that had to count for something.
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My phone rang just as I stepped out of the shower. I sighed as I saw the name flashing up. Talking to my sister in the morning always ruined my day, but ignoring her ruined my evenings.
I swiped left, putting her on speakerphone as I dried my long, brown hair.
“Mel!”
“Hi Rosa,” I said, trying not to sound annoyed.
“How’s it going?” She said softly, already apologetic. “Sorry, I can’t talk loudly, Tommy’s just fallen asleep.” Her son was only two years old, but he was completely spoilt.
She was a stay-at-home omega, with a pack house, and three alphas who adored her. I tried not to be jealous, but it did ache to see how happy the four of them were together.
“I’m fine. I’m just getting ready for work,” I replied. Which she knew, and it was exactly why she had chosen now to call rather than after work, where I had space to be properly annoyed at her. “Why are you calling, Rosa?”
I’d wrapped a towel around myself, and picked up my phone, padding through to my bedroom. I lifted up my free hand, making a fist as I prepared for it.
“Well, look,” she sighed deeply before she started. “Andy is really ill again.” I opened up my index finger, marking her first excuse, “And Sam’s leg is still broken.” There was the second, “And Carl needs to work tomorrow.” And, there was third.
At least she was firing them off in quick succession.
I put the phone on the bed and swiped a sad-looking beige bra from the pile of clothes on my bed as I waited for the other two. “And so there’s no one to look after Tommy,” I had four fingers out now. She just needed to give me the last one, and we’d have a full set. “And he might have a cold.” Then it was my turn to sigh, as I picked out my horrible pastel pink maid's dress. “So I really don’t think I can visit Mum this morning.”
“What, really?” I actually managed to sound disappointed, even though I’d been expecting her call. It was why I’d gotten my session with Amanda in early. “But you said last week you’d definitely make it?” Visiting hours at the nursing home started early Friday-Sunday. I was booked for Sunday morning, and Rosa had reserved Friday because she said her and her pack were going away for the weekend.
“I know, I’m so sorry, but everything is just piling up.”
I loved my sister, I really did, but it was hard not to get angry at her when she did this every fortnight.
Our Mum had a stroke last year and needed round-the-clock care. We both paid for it, half and half, though her alphas still complained about the amount of money it took out of their budget. And it was the reason I worked six full days, every Monday to Saturday, no matter what time of year it was. Sometimes seven if I could get away with it. Unless it was those two weeks of paid holiday, where I ended up going to look after Mum anyway.
With rent and hospital bills, there were some months where I only had £100 for food, but I learned to make things stretch.
And any mention of the fact that there were four of them and only one of me was met with another barrage of excuses.
And if I brought up things like their two week trip to Sydney or the hot tub they had installed in Spring, or the giant party they had for Tommy's second, they threatened to cut off Mum’s payments.
“Can’t you just take Tommy along with you?” I asked.
“I’m worried he might give Mum his cold.”
I guessed Tommy had coughed once and she had freaked out, but I didn’t want to push it, I was too tired. My body had been aching for the past two days and, even though my mind was fuzzy, I needed the extra hours to afford my rent.
If I pushed her I would be met with another excuse, until she was crying about how I didn’t understand her. I felt like I was trapped in one of those Am I The Asshole? situations, trying to force my poor sister to visit our Mum so I could have a weekend off.
I just wish she wouldn’t promise to go then cancel on me last minute. But it wasn’t like I ever had any plans.
“Okay, fine. But can you at least send them the next payment so they don’t bug me when I go in?”
“Of course! Yeah! Of course I will. Oh my God, Mel. You are just the best. Thank you so much!”
At least she sounded happy when she hung up, and I knew she’d spend the whole day singing and dancing around the house and doing all those lovely things she could do as a stay-at-home mum, like reading in the garden or cooking her alphas food or just generally living the omega dream.
