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Jabber was in his apartment packaging the last packets of suppressants he had made for that week. He slid across the room on his chair , too lazy to stand up and get the vials of pheromone blockers he needed to add to the pill packets . He was running out of time and needed to get these orders to his customers before his own heat arrived.
Jabber is an omega in hiding , he has been living as a beta for the past eight years . The ground isn’t kind to omegas . Infact omegas ran in the very low numbers ,making up about only twenty three percent of the ground’s population and male omegas were even more rare. Omegas unlike other sub genders lived in constant fear as there was a rise in the kidnapping and trafficking of omegas .
The Hell Guard has put up a reward for any information on omega kidnapping, organ trafficking and prostitution. There have been public executions on gangs that have been caught as an example to those who might harbour the same thoughts . The public executions hadn’t seemed to deter the culprits if anything it made them more careful in their efforts as more omegas have been reported missing without a trace .
The ground is a dog eat dog world , nobody has the time to worry about the next person , down here it’s survival of the fittest even if it meant trampling on others in order to move forward or higher up in society. Kindness is as rare as a flower in the dessert. People often took advantage of those in desperate circumstances. Suppressants are regulated so one needed to be registered in order to access them but with the rise of omega kidnappings many omegas feared for their lives and stopped buying through official channels and opting to buy anonymously on the black market .
Buying on the black market had many disadvantages too as many dealers raised the prices as they pleased because they knew desperation fuelled the demand . This is how Jabber had come to be a suppressant dealer as a side hustle .
Two years ago Jabber was making his way back from another secret fight he had with Zanka that afternoon where he had his ass handed to him by the irritable alpha . They had been meeting often to fight it out , it had started off as a bet they had made when they were teenagers. Their fight in the trash beast had put Jabber on top of Zankas “to crush list” . They would make little bets as rewards and loser had to carry out the winners reward . Zanka had requested a box of half a dozen lemon meringue tarts from the new bakery . He first tried them from Tamsy who had brought some back with him from one of his many vacations he had taken. The bakery unfortunately became a popular hot spot creating a daily long queue.
The bakery was close to Jabbers apartment but he’d never admit that to anyone as he was hiding his place of residence as a safety measure not only as an omega but a raider living amongst civilians. He had planned to go an hour before the bakery’s closing time . Jabber stopped at his apartment first to change his clothes and freshen up as he had dust and sand caking up the back of his locs where he had fallen and knocked his head that afternoon , he also had dry blood on his forehead and nose from the hits he’d taken from Zankas blows .
Jabber made his way to his bathroom that consisted of a bath that he didn’t make use of , a shower , a toilet and washbasin . He took his raider uniform off and proceeded to wash his face . He then shook most of the dust out of his locs then ran his wet hands through his hair trying to get most of the sand out . He’d have to wash his hair properly tomorrow to get the rest of the grains out . Jabber checked his reflection in the mirror and hurried to dress in a black sweat pant , a black tank top and his oversized purple hoodie . He tied his locs back in a low ponytail and shoved them inside his hoodie ,all but the shorter strands that fell over his eyebrows and the side of his face, he didn’t mind as they softened his look.
He grabbed his wallet as he intended to actually pay for the treats , Jabber made sure he didn’t get up to any trouble in his neighbourhood as he was trying to be as low-key as possible. It was a ten minute walk from his apartment to the bakery . He planned on securing the treats and sneaking into HQ to give them to Zanka . He often sneaks into HQ especially on days he’d lose to Zanka just as a way to make it up to himself for the loss as the alpha is always left on edge in fear of being found out . Jabber picked up his speed as he wanted to get there before their closing time hoping they still had the tarts . When the bakery came into his view he decided to jog a little only to be met with a sign on the front of the store “back in 10” .
Jabber peeked through the glass window to see if there were any desserts left in the display fridge , he spotted an assortment of tarts and muffins but what caught his eye was the display card with the words “Lemon meringue “ but only four tarts were on display. Great, his snapping turtle was not gonna like that . He had specifically asked for six and now he’ll be showing up with only four . While Jabber was playing the scene in his head of the grumpy Alpha he was suddenly hit with a scent , not any scent but an omega in distress scent , the sweet pineapple scent was soured with fear and desperation. Jabber perked up and looked around him trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. Jabber is in no way a good samaritan , hell he was a bladdy raider for gods sake . Interfering in peoples business was not his thing at all unless he had something to gain from it but two things he didn’t compromise on were kids and omegas .
It might be his suppressed omega side not being able to look away at an injustice caused to pups or his fellow sub gender. His blood was already flowing fast , his heart beating faster with the building adrenaline in anticipation of the confrontation. Jabber looked around the quiet street not spotting anybody .
THUD….
Jabber turned to the back of the bakery where the sound had come from , making his way towards the sound . The scent was getting stronger proof that he was going in the right direction . The street lights were out ,have been for quite some time now the only light there was from the globe of the bakerys back door that dimly lit the back alley. Jabber could hardly make out the three people there but he could clearly hear the muffled cries and screams coming from the omega in distress.
“Let her go “, Jabber says with an agitated tone . In front of him kneels a man with a rope in his hands struggling to tie the kicking omegas legs together, while another holds her arms above her head with one hand over her mouth . The omega thrushes harder now with tears running down her face , the man covering her mouth locks eyes with Jabber .
“Fuck Owen , there’s somebody behind you”, the other man didnt seem to hear as he is still struggling with the omegas legs . “Owen , fucking hell behind you bastard !” The man with the rope turns around to face Jabber .
“There’s no good in helping a stranger,how about you turn right around and be on your merry way , unless you want a fucking bullet between your eyes “ Owen stands up making his way over to Jabber . “Is that the bakery owner ?” Jabber asks with a cold tone. “So what if it is , how does that change anything?” “All you need to do is turn your little pretty ass around “ Owen is now face to face with Jabber . He is taller than Jabber by a few inches and much heavier than him . “So what’s it gonna be huh , will you walk away on your own or do I have to break you to teach you a lesson , hell i fuck pretty boys too i don’t discriminate “ Owen lifts his hand and reaches for Jabbers face but in his excitement to intimidate Jabber he had failed to hear mankira activate.
Owen didn’t stand a chance against the omega maniac. Before he could touch Jabbers face his hands fly to clutch at his slashed neck in an attempt to stop the gushing warm blood from escaping. Jabber didn’t even spare him a moment as he made his way towards the second man who seemed to be confused on why his companion was standing still. Owen dropped just as Jabber was now standing over the second goon . The man didn’t even get a word out before mankira made her way through his skull , his hands falling to his side and releasing the sobbing omega . Jabber deactivated mankira and turned to the frightened omega .
“Can I buy the remaining tarts ?” He asks with a shit eating grin .