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Growing up, Shane has a strong perception of right and wrong. Being an omega, a male one at that, often left Shane in a vulnerable position.
It wasn’t so much of a problem when he was young, before puberty, when he could play with the boys and pretend he was an alpha. Then it hit, hard and fast. Shane’s body changed. His scent became uncontrolled and dangerous. Yuna was quick to protect him, threatening to pull him out of school and providing birth control and scent blockers.
But Shane wanted to try.
Then something happened, something that changed Shane’s mind in a way that to this day he still holds close to his chest. A woman, an omega, Kaylynn. She was a nobody at school, no clique to call her own. She didn’t really belong anywhere and that made her a target.
Before Shane’s body betrayed him, he had a group of men around him, jocks. His friends. They were normal, mostly alphas, some betas. They assumed Shane was a beta. One day, Shane heard a commotion after school, he had stayed late finishing off an essay.
It happened in the locker rooms.
Shane walked in. He can still hear the whimpers, fingernails scratching, cries for help. Kaylynn was being raped by the men Shane called his friends. Just because she was an omega, and an outcast. Shane watched his friends defile her for a moment, frozen in fear.
He was only 15. The words didn’t come out of his mouth. He walked away. A powerful heat spreads through his body, his cheeks brighten to a dark pink and all down his neck. He gasps for air. A scent he doesn’t recognize fills his nose. Shit.
He ran home that day, right to his mother. He never spoke of what he saw to her but she probably knew, she was a police officer with many years on the force. That was the day he became an omega. He had hoped that he might be an alpha, ready to protect people like Kaylynn. But he couldn’t.
It took a long time for him to return to school, covered in scent patches with a turtleneck covering them. Overnight he became a man, his body thickens, the muscle bulges. He made full use of the gym in his house during his time off.
He thought he was ready.
Then he saw the men, his old friends. He remembered their laughs, their hands. He walked straight past them, ignoring the calls of his name. He kept walking until he reached the library. He never really spent much time here, mostly he played sports with the boys.
“Shane?”
Shane turns, his eyes widen. “Kaylynn.” She looked the same but different, her eyes lost the life they used to have. “I..”
“You’re an omega.” She says.
No matter what he did, he couldn’t hide who he was. “Yes.”
“Stay out of the locker room.” She says bluntly before walking away.
Shane’s chest feels tight, his breathing laboured. He presses a hand to his chest. He can’t be here, it was a mistake.
He runs, he needs to go, to get out of here. He can’t breathe. He can’t see. Suddenly there’s a hand on his chest that isn’t his, he hits a locker with a loud slam. “Wha..?”
It’s his old friend, Chad. The most brutal rapist.
“Let go of me.” Shane stares him down, he’s stronger now but something holds him back. Fear.
“You’re an omega.” Chad rips the turtleneck away from Shane’s neck and exposes the scent patches. “A little baby omega huh? You didn’t tell me you were a woman.”
“Get away from me!” Shane struggles but freezes instantly when he feels a hand on his crotch. No, god no. “Chad?”
“You stood right next to me for years, how could I not know you were an omega slut?”
The ‘just like Kaylynn’ was implied.
He shouldn’t have called Shane that.
Before he realises what he’s doing, Shane attacks. He punches Chad on the side of his head. In the moment of shock, Shane runs. All the way home.
This time he couldn’t hide it from Yuna.
All the men who raped Kaylynn, who attacked Shane, were dead by morning.
That was years ago, ten years to be precise. It was the first time Shane saw what could happen to omegas. He has never forgotten it, nor his failure to protect Kaylynn. He will never let that happen again.
His first taste of blood was when he was 20 years old, a horrible creepy pedofile that preyed on little boys. He was an alpha. He wasn’t taking just omegas so technically he wasn’t even on Yuna’s radar, Shane found him by accident. Saw what he had done. He can never unsee it. Even when the man was lying dead on the floor with a halo of blood. A perfect shot.
There’s just so many, Shane’s greatest desire is to never see a sexual predator ever again.
He can barely breathe.
Shane drops to his knees behind the dumpster, the impact jarring up through his bones. His lungs burn, each inhale sharp and useless, like he’s pulling in glass instead of air. He forces himself still anyway, swallowing the urge to gasp too loudly.
His gun is already up. The barrel steadies as he angles it toward the mouth of the alley, fingers locked. Waiting.
He’s been chasing this bastard for miles.
Shane drags the back of his wrist across his forehead, smearing sweat and grime, then settles deeper into the shadows. This spot is tight, narrow, boxed in by brick and rusted metal. No clean exit. No room to run. Exactly where he wants him.
This is what he was raised for. Protect the ones who can’t protect themselves, end the ones who make that necessary. And this man, whoever he is, has already crossed a line he can’t come back from. Shane doesn’t know his face, nor his name. But he knows Shane, that’s too dangerous. He’s been circling.
Shane’s jaw tightens. Their home isn’t something you stumble across. It isn’t marked, isn’t obvious. You don’t just end up there, you have to be looking.
Which means this man didn’t wander in, he came with a purpose.
A slow, careful sound echoes at the far end of the alley, boots against wet pavement. Shane’s grip tightens, breath finally evening out, body going cold and focused.
A shadow stretches long against the wall before the man steps fully into view. He’s tall, broad.
Moving swiftly, not panicked or sloppy.
Shane tracks him instantly, sight lining up with practiced ease, finger settling just shy of the trigger. “Don’t move.”
The words cut clean through the alley, low and steady.
The man stops. For half a second, neither of them breathes.
Then the figure shifts. A gun is suddenly in his hand, arm snapping up with terrifying precision and just like that, they’re both standing there in the dark, guns raised, aimed straight at each other
Shane gulps down his pill, one a day, every day. Just to keep going. He’s just lucky that he doesn’t feel most of the side effects of it, if he has to protect omegas every day, he can’t let himself be one.
It’s a shame in some ways, he’d hoped he would be an alpha just like his mother but it turns out he’s an omega, the only omega son of a mob boss probably ever. Omegas aren’t treated with the same respect that alpha or betas are, even these days. So Shane works twice as hard to be the man he needs to be. If that means taking a pill and wearing scent blockers? He’s going to do it.
He presses the scent blocker over his gland on his neck, it’s kind of like a patch or a sticker, see through and not super obvious. Hidden by a collar. Apparently Shane smells sweet, so sweet that alphas can drop to their knees in seconds and beg to have him.
It makes Shane uncomfortable, he can’t worry himself about that nonsense. Alpha women are all over him and it’s not something he wants at the moment, he’s just too busy. He has people that need him to be there and keep them safe.
He dresses for the day, his outfit of course is a two piece suit, black with a white dress shirt. It’s simple with fabric that moves and stretches for when he needs to run. Which unfortunately is more than he would like.
He holsters his gun just beneath his jacket, it’s a simple glock that is efficient and easy to use. Shane likes efficiency. The world would be a much better place with more efficiency. But Shane is at least doing something that could keep a few people safe in this dangerous world.
Yuna rose to power many years ago when she was still a police officer, she saw the most horrible crimes against omegas and particularly omega women. She tried so hard to do what she could but kept finding bureaucratic roadblocks everywhere she went, she just wanted to save these women. When Shane finally told her about what he had seen at school.. It had gone too far. She left the force.
She is married to an omega man and uses her policing skills to save women from trafficking rings all around the world. Many alphas refuse to carry, they ignore the fact that they can and instead impregnate their omega partners but Yuna had never once thought of David like that, she wanted to have her child her way.
Every day Shane is reminded that Yuna is an incredible woman and amazing alpha. He just wants to prove he is worthy of being her son. That means she can focus on protecting the omegas she has saved and Shane can keep her out of danger.
Their most recent success was an omega trafficking ring that had recently surfaced with connections to Russia. A wonderful alpha woman had contacted them a few weeks ago, looking for a safe place to bring her girls. She was so incredibly brave, stealing a phone from one of her captors.
Luckily Yuna already had intelligence that the omega girls were being smuggled and they put together the pieces. The alpha’s name is Svetlana Vetrova. Strong and beautiful, she commands any room she enters. Yet she bowed to Yuna and asked for help.
Shane had been part of the team that stormed the warehouse that housed the recently arrived girls, fifteen in total. Plus Svetlana. Shane has a large private cottage in the woods with several bedrooms for the girls to live and nest in luxury until they can find a secure permanent residence where they are safe to be themselves. Many women have found their freedom through The Omega Guard, Shane is so proud of everything they’ve done. There’s always more to do though.
Today is a slow day. Shane is on guard at his parents house, watching, waiting. Making sure no one is tracking the omega women. He can’t help but wonder why people would want to hurt such gentle and wonderful women, they are so bright, many picked up English quickly after being here only a few weeks. But they’re safe now.
Shane’s gaze follows a bumblebee as it lands on one of the violets that his father planted in the garden. The flowers are beautiful, set up in patches of bright colours. His father is a gentle man, an omega like him, he prefers to have a trowel in his hand not a gun. Shane’s mother only loved him more for that. It makes Shane smile.
There’s a shuffle, the quietest shuffle and footsteps following behind.
Shane grabs his gun in both hands and presses himself against the wall of the house, he’s on high alert. He sneaks forward, eyes peeled towards the sound. Next thing he knows, there’s a shadow of someone running into the forest surrounding the grounds of the house. Shane lifts his wrist and talks into his watch. “Approx 6ft5 male, intruding on the grounds, I am in pursuit."
He sprints towards the shadowy figure but the man is agile, jumping and sprinting through the woods until they reach a car parked in a clearing. It’s a sports car in a very conspicuous orange colour. Shane knows he won’t reach the man in time so he changes tactics, racing back towards the house, his heart pounding.
He jumps into the nearest car, a land rover that Shane bought. It’ll do just nicely. He turns the car on and slams his foot down on the accelerator, the tires skid loudly on the gravel and Shane speeds towards the nearest road. He’s well above acceptable speed limits.
It’s dark when he reaches the city, the orange sports car was parked a few blocks away. Shane recognizes it instantly. He goes by foot now, stepping lightly through the dirty inner city streets. There’s hardly anyone out here at this time. Except this man that Shane is chasing.
“Who are you?” Shane asks, holding the gun tightly in his hands. They’re both pointing their guns at each other. Neither are going to submit, Shane knows that this guy is legit immediately. If just from the way he holds the gun. Trained for sure, assassin maybe?
The man steps forward, bringing his face into the light from one flickering bulb in the alley. He’s pale, with golden curls around his head like a halo, his muscles are bulging out of his muscle tee. Why he’s wearing so little clothes in the dark is beyond Shane. His body is covered in scars but his eyes are bright, smug almost. “Who I am, is none of your business.”
He’s slavic, Russian maybe? His accent is thick but his words are strong. They send a weird feeling down Shane’s spine. “Why were you at my parents house?”
“I don’t know anything about your parents.”
“Cut the shit, you knew exactly where you were.” Shane’s eyebrows narrow, who the fuck is this guy? Shane hasn’t killed a lot of people but he has killed before and he will again to protect his family and the girls. This guy might be too dangerous to live.
“You’re an omega.” The man says simply.
Shane stiffens. “How do you know that?”
“Your patch fell off when you chased me.” He gestures at Shane’s neck.
“Fuck!” His eyes widen as he covers his neck with one hand, sure enough his scent gland is exposed. He keeps the gun pointed towards the man in his other hand.
The man chuckles lowly. “You smell pretty.”
“Fuck off!” Shane growls. “Who are you?”
“Bratva.” He says simply. “Yakuza?”
“That’s racist.” Shane mumbles, bringing a thrilled smile to the other man’s face.
A loud crash and squeal brings Shane’s attention, worried the man has backup. A scruffy cat yelps as it runs through the alley and hides under one of the trash cans. When Shane looks back, the man is gone.
“Shit!” He growls and looks around, there’s not a single sound nor sign of the man. Stupid cat. This guy is dangerous. Maybe Shane should have just shot him.
But he’s got this feeling he’s going to see the man again.