The Vampire's Last Omega

An Alpha's Nest

Is this what Kieran felt when Teru nested? A strong sense of protectiveness to make sure other alphas didn't come near him during his vulnerable period? The tables had turned. Rather than alphas, Teru wanted to fend off any omega that would disturb Kieran's nesting. It was ‌silly since there were no other omegas to warn.

This entire situation was one of the most peculiar things he's ever witnessed. No one would believe him if he said he saw an alpha nesting.

Like his own fits, Kieran growled at him not to enter the den. He wanted space and lots of it, feeling distressed until Teru was far away on the second-floor ledge overlooking the living room.

Throughout the night, there were instances when Teru desired to help. Kieran threw up multiple times, clearly sick with a fever. "Cramps. Hurt. Fuck," he'd complain, clutching his lower abdomen.

The sweat-soaked clothes became uncomfortable. He took them off, completely naked as he paced...and paced...and paced. Next, he tested out the lights by switching them on and off, finding which setting he preferred. A pillow was torn to shreds. The scent marking was interesting, though. Kieran constantly liked to rub his cheeks on the corners of the walls and bedframe poles like a cat. It was a very alpha-y thing to do. Unlike Teru's nest, which comprised of things already around him, Kieran's had mostly new stuff that he magically had delivered.

Dr. Charles said to let it run its course. Teru was doing an excellent job doing that until the sour musk returned to signify his alpha's extreme dissatisfaction. When Kieran crawled under the bed and clawed himself in the chest with his dagger nails, that was the last straw.

Teru couldn't be a bystander any longer. He ran down the stairs and jumped over the last two steps, forgetting to ask if he could enter. As an omega, he should very well know that he needed permission from the nest's owner.

But this wasn't the time for those procedures. This required immediate intervention.

He settled on his hands and knees, looking under the bed with panic. He saw Kieran knuckle-deep into his rib cage, as if trying to get to his beating heart. The squelching sounds of blood sopping around his hand were gruesome. Everyone knew that a vampire could die when their heart was ripped out or stabbed with silver, but did this common knowledge apply to self-harming vamps, too?

Teru didn't want to find out. He reached under until he had a good grasp on Kieran's wrist.

"Kieran," he pleaded, "I hate this. It hurts for me to watch."

He released his sweet pheromones to overpower the sour scent and prayed it was calming like an alpha's smell to troubled omegas. Thankfully, the scent got Kieran's attention, momentarily stopping the aggressive digging through his flesh. His confused, crimson eyes were a deeper red because of the blood loss.

Teru remembered the nesting rules and quickly asked, "Can I help you? Please? Don't do this when you have me." Was he doing this correctly? There wasn't some abracadabra password, right?

Kieran ignored him. Maybe his words weren't registering?

"Why don't you come out? The moon is bright tonight."

Teru almost thought it was a moot attempt when he didn't answer. Just when he sighed and pulled away, the vampire followed him, white fangs glistening from the moonbeams.

That wasn't all that glistened.

The omega was intimidated by Kieran, who was now towering over him with erotic disorientation. Beads of shiny pre-cum spilled from his cock's head, moistening the sides of his shaft. The member stood up straight against Kieran's stomach, occasionally flaring from the pulsing blood that continued to make it swell bigger and bigger. Again, this wasn't a rut, but an alpha who wanted to be pleasured until the nesting agitation was squeezed out of him.