Chapter 1
Rain thundered on the hood of the car, splattering on the windshield at a rate too rapid to be cleared by the designated arms. The fuzzy green glow of the clock showed 2:08 AM, but it was a few minutes fast. Soft static played through the speakers, the omega had tried several channels before the weather really got bad - they all seemed to be down.
He needed to focus anyway. The road was dark and obscured by the storm. He made a wrong turn miles ago, getting stuck on some remote forest road with no street lights and no turnaround. He had only stayed on the road by the grace of god and the dying beam of his headlights.
In his defense, it wasn’t raining at his apartment, and he didn’t exactly have time to plan a route. He awoke around 11:20 pm to hard pounding on the door of his condo; someone had tipped him off to Omega Services. The government had his face and his name- he needed to leave immediately.
There were four officers at his front door, he had to quickly pack a bag and slip out of his bathroom window, on the back of the complex. He managed to get to his car and headed vaguely north, following his GPS in the direction of Calgary until his phone died.
Omegas had lost their rights in the United States, taking inspiration from more traditional values. Omegas were seen as property by the majority of US citizens, on the same level as pets under the protection of the law. An omega couldn’t be killed or seriously maimed by an alpha without persecution, but anything up to that was considered a ‘personal choice’ under omega training.
A very small percentage of omegas were already bred to be property before that point, getting the general public comfortable with the idea of an omega being submissive to their alpha. Many omega rights activists were against it all, but alpha-supremacy campaigns had more backing and more money, drowning out the omega opinion little by little until they were able to silence it.
But Hartwell refused to submit to an alpha. He refused to submit to the government, and he refused to submit to the weight of the world. He was going to escape, along with the lucky few who had managed to make it across the Canadian border.
The wind whipped wildly, shaking the trees and brush, obscuring a large moose running across the path. Hartwell jerked the wheel - he managed to avoid hitting the animal, but his tires lost traction in a hydroplane, sending his car spinning off the mountain road.
He felt the vehicle go airborne, the side of the car finally smashing into the ground. The seatbelt held the omega pinned to his spot as the two door sedan went rolling into the brush.
A tree smashed into the broad-driver-side of his car, abruptly halting his descent down the steep embankment. The car came to a rest, wedged upright at the base of a large pine tree. All of the airbags had deployed, sending a thick white powder into the swirling inner air of the vehicle.
The omegas arm was very broken. He couldn’t tell what was wrong with his leg, but trying to move it made his whole body seize up. The drivers side door was obliterated, pinning him in the cab.
There was something dripping from his earlobe, and he didn’t think it was from the rain. Vision in his right eye was overtaken by red.
He couldn’t move, it hurt to breathe. His teeth were chattering from waves of pain and cold.
This was how he was going to die.
No one knew where he was. He made sure of that. He had to be at least 200 feet into the clearing, down the steep incline of the rocky terrain, and he couldn’t escape. Even if he was found, would he even be any better off? Was this really even the worst case scenario ending to his story?
It felt like hours of had passed, while he faded in and out of consciousness. Wet crumbling of tires on asphalt cut through the chaos of the storm, with headlights shining around the bend like a hopeful beacon. Then the screeching of breaks. And the opening and closing of a car door.
“Hello? Is anyone- oh my god-“ the stranger must’ve spotted his car wrapped around the tree, “I can’t get to you! I’m- I’m gonna call someone! Are you okay?”
Hartwell opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was full of blood. Did he bite his tongue? When did that happen? His head felt heavy.
He blinked, opening his eyes to see his car had been pulled away from the tree. An alpha in a fire fighter uniform was sat in the passenger seat, with a thick blanket over them, protecting them from a loud, scraping, metal-on-metal sound. He gave the omega a supportive smile before Hartwell’s head dropped back to the side.
When he opened his eyes again, he was on his back with a bright light above him. He would’ve thought he was dead if he didn’t feel like he just got hit by a truck. Wait.
He tried to sit up, startled to find himself fully restrained, thick padding on either side of his head forcing him to look straight up. There was gauze between the left side of his head and the padding, saturating with his blood before his eyes. The ambient beeping in his peripheral sped up.
A vial with a cotton ball in it was placed under his nose, and he felt his muscles relax against his will at the same time the beeping slowed back down, “It’s okay omega, take deep breaths,” the intruder held the vial directly under his nose, forcing him to breathe in the vapors.
He groaned in pain, feeing everything at once as the adrenaline ebbed, every jolt of the ambulance shaking him and making his body convulse. He couldn’t look down, but he knew something was wrong with his left knee. His left arm was tied to his chest with something other than the board he was strapped to. There was a needle in his right arm, but he couldn’t see where it connected.
His entire mouth hurt, his tongue and teeth were throbbing. He could see a large crack over the bridge of his nose that was, hopefully, the only thing obscuring the vision in his right eye.
“Good boy, that’s it.” The medic cooed. Good boy? What the fuck? He realized distantly that he was naked on the backboard. The paramedic knew he was looking at an omega. “Hey, no, it’s okay, I’m just making sure there’s nothing that needs to be addressed,” the alpha covered his battered body with a scratchy white blanket. “Can you tell me your name?”
He couldn’t see the alpha speaking to him, he could only see the impression of him moving around in his peripheral.
He tried to speak, but started to choke on the blood in his throat. The alpha shushed him, grabbing a little handheld vacuum nozzle off the wall and waving it around in the back of his throat, “Just hang tight, we’re almost back to town.” Hartwell gagged a little on the wand, his eyes swept to the side to look for the face belonging to the voice.
A few minutes later they re-entered civilization, Hartwell noticed the periodic streetlights illuminating the back of the ambulance, the bright yellow making him realize there’d been a rotating red and blue the entire trip.
They pulled up to a large bright building, the omega tried to will himself back to unconsciousness when they started moving him again, jolting the gurney painfully as they pulled him out of the back. There was a large, tan, stucco overhang, but it looked like it was still raining in his peripheral.
They brought him inside, instantly he was overwhelmed with alphas and betas touching him. The gurney was wheeled into a private back area, Hartwell grunted in pain as the backboard was transferred to a hospital bed.
“Can you tell me your name?” A young beta nurse up by his head asked him as the scratchy blanket was pulled off. A group went to his leg while another went to his arm. There was a lone beta on the opposite side of him, palpating his abdomen and examining the seatbelt bruising.
He managed to grunt before his throat re filled with blood. She swept his throat with a softer suction tube, leaving it hanging out of his mouth.
A beta picked up the discarded clothes lying on the gurney, fishing through his pants, presumably for his wallet. “Hartwell Briggs,” the nurse announced to the room.
Several employees subtly crinkled in distaste.
“Hart, we’re gonna take care of you okay? I just need you to breathe.” A mask was placed over his face, and he was out before he could resist.
— . —
He had snapped his elbow and upper arm, sending splinters into the surrounding muscle. His kneecap was dislocated, something they’d managed to fix in the emergency room. The seatbelt had broken a section of his rib cage, puncturing his lung. His liver and spleen had been pretty damaged. He had what they described as a ‘small brain bleed’, and he did in fact bite through his tongue, cracking his teeth together in the process.
He’d had several surgeries since arriving to the small hospital. Two on his arm, one long one to fix his liver and remove the shredded remains of his spleen. One to staple his ribs back together. Everything else took care of itself, more less.
He was in a lot of pain. Like, a lot of pain. But he was able to sign off on his own paperwork and pain medications.
He couldn’t speak, his tongue had 12 stitches, so they gave him a white board to communicate. His arm was in a sling, with a tan bandage and splint in lieu of a plaster cast. They kept him in a hospital gown despite his request for some shorts, but they were pretty good about most of his other requests.
When the police arrived a few days later, he figured it was about time for the other shoe to drop. “Hey Hart, how are you doing?” The shorter of the two alphas spoke, “You look like you took quite a tumble,”
‘Hartwell’
‘I rolled my car down the mountain’
“Oh, that sedan must be yours. You’re looking a lot better than your car.” The taller alpha joked.
Hartwell didn’t respond.
“Well, you’re a few days post surgery now, they want to release you to the Omega House we have in town-“
He started scribbling quickly, ‘I don’t live here, I’m going north’
“Well, you’re too hurt to walk. Your car is wrecked. Who should we call to come get you?” The shorter alpha spoke again. They sort of had him there. Anyone knowing where he was would ruin his chances of getting across the border. “Your things are already in your room at the house, we just need you,”
The taller alpha scooped him up abruptly, intent to carry him out in the hospital gown bridal style. Hartwell whimpered indigently, ‘Can I get my clothes?’
“They cut them off you when you got here. You won’t need them at the Omega House anyway,” the taller alpha said, not stopping in his stride. The omega was left trying to close the back of his gown with his uninjured arm, as not to flash everyone they passed. They must have a uniform for him there.
The shorter alpha snatched the white board off his lap, placing on the nurses station as they left.
Hart was placed in the back of a squad car, squirming as his bare ass touched the worn leather seats. He tried to swipe the gown under him, but couldn’t do much with one arm, and could barely lift himself off the seat with his hurt leg.
“Don’t hurt yourself, be a good boy.” The shorter alpha scolded lightly. Hartwell glared back, trying again to fix his situation out of spite. “Wow, Alaric is gonna love this one.”
The taller alpha snorted, starting up the car.
— . — . — . —
He was not given a uniform. In fact, the gown was slipped off his shoulders shortly after he was carried inside. Hartwell was left sitting naked on an exam bed, arms and legs crossed as much as he was able to preserve some dignity.
“Lay down for me, Hart.” The alpha doctor instructed, trying to push him down by his shoulder. The omega shook his head adamantly, keeping his muscles locked. “I need to look at your healing progress, can you be a good boy for me?” He shook his head again, glaring daggers at the doctor. The alpha clamped a hand down hard on Hartwells intact claiming gland and pushed him back, making him collapse in a similar fashion to a push puppet. “Good boy.”
The incisions across his abdomen and ribs looked like they were healing well; a little inflamed, but not worryingly so. “Your arm is going to stay splinted for another week before I take a look, just make sure to keep it dry.” He squatted down in front of Hartwell, placing delicate hands on his swollen knee. The omega tried to kick him with his other leg, but was effortlessly caught by the ankle. “That’s not a wise decision, sweetheart.” Hartwell growled in deep his chest, earning a dark smile from the alpha. “Try it again. See what happens.”
He kept examining the omegas leg and range of motion, ignoring the agony filled whimpers. “I think you’re coming back together just fine, nothing to worry about. Have you tried speaking yet?”
Hartwell shook his head. His tongue hurt all the time, he didn’t really want to try.
“Well, whenever you’re ready, you should be able to. Just listen to your body, don’t do too much at once.” He cautioned, writing something in a file attached to a clip board. “I’ll have the staff bring you to your nest.”
— . —
His ‘nest’ turned out to be a room, roughly the size of a closet. There was a mattress on the floor, with blankets of various textures folded up on the edge, pillows in a pile on the floor next to the door.
He was deposited on the bare mattress, the alpha closed the door behind him as he left. Hartwell couldn’t ignore the fact there was no doorknob on the inside of the closet. His throat felt tight- was he their prisoner now or something? What if there was a fire?
Before he could work up the courage to knock on the door, it re opened, “Are you okay? You smell scared, are you hurt?” A different alpha crouched in front of him, he wanted to spit in his face and push past him, but he knew his knee would collapse if he tried to put any weight on it.
“Can you keep the door open,” he whispered, trying not to move his tongue more than he needed to. He pulled one of the folded blankets over his body.
He nodded, standing up, leaving the door ajar as he left.
Even left with all the opportunity in the world to escape, he had none of the means. Even if he could scoot down the hall without anyone seeing him, he was ass naked, he couldn’t get to the woods like this, let alone through the woods.
He draped a top sheet across the mattress, tucked a pillow under his head, and tried to go to sleep.
“Honey, do you not know how to nest?” A beta was standing over him now, staring at the empty mattress, the blanket hardly covering the omega.
He glared at him with confusion and annoyance, looking around at the same area. What’s the problem?
“Get up, I’ll help you.” Hartwell shook his head, curling up in the corner of the bed. The beta reached for him, but the omega batted his hand away. “You need to be nice, omega. Just because you can’t get spanked doesn’t mean you can’t be punished.”
Hartwell growled, baring his teeth. Try it.
The beta shook his head, setting up a smaller nest on the unoccupied portion of the bed. Pillows creating a base shape, blankets laid over top, more pillows and blankets thrown in to arrange as he needed. By the time he was done, the room and items smelled very strongly of the beta.
“There, give that a shot.” The omega didn’t move, eyeing the whole situation distrustfully. All the people in this town smelled so strong. He thought it was just an effect of his concussion, but he was starting to think it was on purpose. The smell gave him a headache. “In your own time then. Someone will come get you soon for dinner, the other omegas will be excited to meet you.”
He shook his head again. He didn’t want to eat, and he didn’t want to meet their brainwashed omegas. The beta left, and closed the door behind him. The room was almost pitch black, and smelled thickly of stranger, but he didn’t want to get their attention again. He scooted over to the “nest” and climbed in, very annoyed at how comfortable he found it.
— . —
“C’mon, Hart.” The beta came back, patting his hip like he was calling a dog. Hartwell shook his head, scowling dramatically to express his vehement disinterest. “I’m not asking. You’re gonna get in trouble if you don’t come out.” He warned.
The omega rolled his eyes, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
“Suit yourself. I’ll go get an alpha.” He chided in a sing song voice, walking away slowly like that should scare him.
He didn’t care. He didn’t want to eat and they couldn’t make him. He was tired, and sore, he didn’t want to meet anybody else until he got his clothes back at the absolute least.
But when an alpha came back, effortlessly scooping him up with an arm under his thighs while pinching his claiming gland. He couldn’t do anything, he tried to shove him away but it was like his arms weighed a hundred pounds, scrabbling at the alphas chest was doing nothing with the hand clamped over the gland near his trapezius.
The alpha threw his blanket back into the nest, making the omegas breath hitch, carrying him out to the dining section with nothing covering him. He held Hartwell in line, readjusting his grip whenever the slumped omega started to fall. He begrudgingly had his chin resting on the alphas shoulder, his head feeling too heavy to hold up.
“Stop slicking on me, I’ll put you down in a minute.” The omega blushed, hunching his shoulders up. He could feel himself slicking on the alphas arm, but he couldn’t help it; he was already scared, and this guy wouldn’t stop massaging his biggest scent gland.
The employee grabbed the omegas smoothie and put Hartwell down at a table with several other omegas in varying degrees of dress, wiping his wet arm off on his scrub shirt. There were 7 omegas in the room all together, their eyes were instantly on him; he covered his too-naked body as much as he could with two broken limbs. “Who are you?” One asked, completely bewildered.
“Hartwell,” he spoke stiffly. Maybe they’d just let them call him Hart until it didn’t hurt to say his own name, as insistent as they seemed to be about it.
“He must be the one who drove through the guard rail,” another omega said, others nodding in recognition. The only thing they knew about him was that he drove off the mountain.
Hartwell quietly sipped on his drink, goosebumps prickling his skin under the air conditioning.
He was able to stand when he was done eating, but his leg didn’t even try to support him when he tried to walk, the other omegas gasped as he crumpled. An alpha against the wall scooped him up off the floor with evident irritation, and smacked the omegas ass. He tried to get Hart to wrap his legs around the alpha.
He was left no choice but to wrap his arms around the back of the alphas neck to support himself, his good leg wrapped around the alphas back while his bad leg was too painful to bend like he was being asked.
“Don’t hit me,” Hart snapped, digging his nails into the alphas skin. The alpha grabbed his claiming gland again, smiling deviously when he felt the omega go limp.
“Wow, you’re sensitive arnt you?” He continued to rub at the gland with his thumb, reveling in the slick production. Hart groaned uncomfortably, trying to push out of the alphas hold, too aware of the rest of the room watching the scene unfold. “You left your seat wet, I should make you lick it up,” the alpha teased him, carrying him out of the room.
“I’ll burn this fucking town to the ground.” He growled, clinging to the alpha against his will, blushing brilliantly red.
The employee shook his head, sitting on a bench in the hallway, arranging Hart to lay on his stomach over the alphas lap, being mindful of his injuries. He tried to get up, but his wounds kept him from being able to in his current position. The hard wood of the bench rubbed against his knee when he tried to move, while his good arm was pinned between him and the alpha.
“Oh! Alaric!” The alpha called another over from down the hall, pinning an elbow between the omegas shoulders, just incase.
“Is our new omega being a handful already?” The new alpha said teasingly, squatting down to be face level with Hart. The omega spit in his face. The alpha holding him reared back, slapping his ass hard enough to make the omega yelp.
“Yeah, that’s about what I’m dealing with. Do you wanna grab some ginger? He can’t get a real spanking yet but he needs something.” The current alpha said conversationally, like they were discussing a recipe and not torturing their naked captive.
“Do you want a scenting collar?” He offered, standing back up.
“That’s another thing, he’s ridiculously sensitive. I think we should save that, I’m sure he’ll need it soon anyway.” The new alpha, Alaric, nodded and headed back the way they came.
“What’s the ginger for?” Hart asked the alpha over his shoulder.
The alpha just smiled, making the omegas ass jiggle with a more playful smack. Alaric returned with a bulky plastic cup full of water, with assumedly a chunk of ginger in it too.
“Thanks,” the alpha responded, taking the cup. With no further introduction, something was being pressed into his asshole. He jumped, trying again to get off the bench, but a hand clamped over his gland made the resistance a futile scramble of limbs. He could hardly even resist the ginger being pushed in.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding.” Alaric laughed, sounding mesmerized as he watched the omegas hole swallow the intrusion.
As the oils set in, a burn started to develop in his ass. The alphas held him there, making casual conversation over his back. The alpha holding him had his hands folded over him like he was a table. Once he was openly squirming and trying to reach back, the burn making him breathe manually, the alpha picked him back up. Alaric followed close behind, watching the omega with a small smile.
The first alpha laid him back down in his nest, grabbing his wrist when he again tried to reach back and remove the ginger, “if I come back and that’s not there, you’re getting another in your pussy.” He stayed until the omega nodded, shutting the door and plunging him into darkness.
He writhed in the bed, hand fisted in the blankets in an honest attempt to not remove the plug - but fuck, it hurt, and no one was even there. Just for a minute.
He reached between his legs, removing the plug, sighing as the burn immediately began to ease. His hole spasmed in irritation, his toes flexing into the soft fabric under him.
Then, of course, the door popped back open. He tried to shove the ginger back in, but couldn’t relax his muscles quickly enough, leaving him caught red handed.
“Tsk tsk, I told you he would.” Alaric reached behind himself blindly, another chunk of ginger dropped into his hand. He got down in the omegas nest with him, kneeling between his spread legs. He clamped his hand down on the gland first and foremost, a recommended technique that had just been added to his file.
Hart relaxed back against the nest with an angry grunt, the alpha popped the first piece back in before pushing a slightly larger chunk into the omegas cunt, Harts thighs trying to grip the alphas wrist. Alaric then retreated from the nest, watching the omega writhe from the empty portion of his mattress. “You’re going to learn to be a good boy. It’s not fair for the others to deal with you misbehaving.”
He whimpered pathetically, his legs and free hand twitching with effort. He was scared to see what might happen if he tried to remove the ginger with the alpha watching.
“Krat is going to love you, omega.” Hart looked up to see the alpha, lovingly admiring his pained expression.
