Lonely Omega •Newtmas•

•TWO•

A/N now we shall really start and get a feel of Thomas' character >:0 enjoy frens!

-Milo xoxo
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Newt just prays that Thomas is feeling rebellious and decided to skip class. Chewing on his bottom lip, he walks in, spotting the alpha immediately.

Shit.

Newt just rolls his eyes and his white wolf ears flatten against his blond hair, showing people that he is not happy. Ears have always been an expressive part for werewolves and it helps others read how they may be feeling. Flatten ears could be a sigh of sadness, defeat, nervousness and or submission.

The omega sits down in front of the alphas desk. History class also has a seating plan, which makes the class even worse. Newt nearly lashed out when he was moved to sit in front of Thomas.

Not only is Thomas extremely annoying in history, but he bullies Newt in general. He's one of the alphas that tries so hard to get him to submit. He's the baddest alpha around, but what kind of alpha can't tame a lonely omega?

"Hey there limpy," the familiar voice belonging to Thomas unwelcoming fills Newt's ears. The omega instantly starts growling due to the nickname. He doesn't even bother to turn around.

He hears Thomas snicker behind him. "Be a good omega and let me borrow a pencil?"

"Was that supposed to be a question or a demand?" He asks with a snarky tone, still not turning around to face the alpha. Instead he just takes out his own pencil and binder.

"Look at me while I'm talking to you Newt," he growls out. Instead of replying, Newt ignores him, yet his ears give away that he's listening.

They are turned to Thomas, listening to him growl. He tries to focus on another sound but he can't.

Suddenly, for the second time today, he's letting out a yelp. Thomas has his hand wrapped around Newt's fluffy white tail. Luckily for him, the alpha isn't pulling it.

Newt can't help but blush as he gains his classmates attention. Newt finally gives in and turns towards the alpha, giving him attention.

"Listen here you filthy little ome-" Thomas quickly cuts himself off as the teacher walks in. He releases Newt's tail and sits back in his own chair, acting like nothing happened.

Newt is quick to do the same, except this time, he curls his tail around himself and allows it to rest on his lap. He covers it protectively, not wanting anyone else touching his tail.

The blush remains on his cheeks. Thomas didn't squeeze hard or anything, but it was definitely a surprise to him that he would grab his tail.

"Settle down class, settle down. Todays lesson will be about mating with other ranks throughout history," the class groans. The only times they should be learning about mating is in health class, not history.

"Relax, it's important to learn about breeding and ranks," Mr. Taylor says. Newt shrinks in his seat and crosses his arms.

He's always hated talking about mates. It's taught that everybody has a mate and fate will bring them together, but Newt can't help but feel mateless. If a pack can't even accept him why would a mate? It sure doesn't help either that he's gay. What if his mate ends up being a girl? How would that work?

"We'll first go over the basics. Who can mate with who," he says while getting up to the whiteboard.

Mr. Taylor writes down the three ranks. Alpha, beta and omega. "Who can tell me which ranks can mate with each other?" He asks the class.

Someone raises their hand. Minho, Thomas' best friend. He's always been different. Minho never bullies Newt, yet he sure as hell doesn't stand up for him either. "Alphas with alphas, as well as with betas. Betas can mate with each other as well and omegas," Minho explains, earning a smile from his teacher.

Minho himself is a beta. Thomas considers him his right hand man and always says that if anything bad were to happen to himself, Minho would become alpha. But obviously nothing bad could ever happen to Thomas.

Thomas is one of the strongest alphas out there! He's the fastest at the school, so fast that he's not only apart of the track and field team, but also the captain of the lacrosse team. All that alpha has is one big ego and Newt hates him for it.

"Bingo, that is correct!"

Newt's eyebrows ruffle together. If mates are destined to be, it's not always going to be like that. He raises his hand and gets called on by his teacher.

"But sir, what if an omega and alpha are mates?" He asks, confused as to why alphas and omegas can't be together.

His teacher chews on his cheek awkwardly. Mr. Taylor himself is a beta and knows all about Newt being an disobedient omega. "Well Newt, it isn't impossible. It's mostly frowned upon now. Alphas should be with other strong wolves, not omegas. Omegas require work and attention," he explains, making Newt even more confused.

"But what about betas and omegas? Then betas would have to do the same," he argues. The teacher just sighs heavily.

"It's just always been that way Newt," he says while placing his hands on his hips, clearly over it.

"But that isn't fair. Omegas aren't hard work, we're our own person and-"

"Says the lone omega," Thomas comments. Newt lets out a low growl and turns towards the alpha, glaring at him.

"That's enough you two. Newt, face the front," Mr. Taylor orders. Instead of arguing with the teacher, he does as he's told and turns around to the front.

His teacher mumbles a quiet thank you before resuming class and talking about ruts for alphas.

Newt doesn't even notice Thomas leaning over his desk and getting right up to his ear. "Good boy, listening like an obedient omega," he whispers teasingly, trying to push the omegas buttons.

"Don't you dare call me that," he whisper shouts. Thomas just chuckles and shakes his head.

"Or what? You'll fight me? Look at yourself. You're nothing but a weak little-" before Thomas can even finish his sentence, Newt is turning around and swinging at him, punching him square in the jaw, causing the alpha to groan in pain.

"NEWT!" The teachers voice booms across the room, startling everyone and causing other omegas in the class to duck their heads submissively.

Newt sits there, glaring at the big dumb alpha, almost taunting him to do something. Thomas glares right back before standing up quickly, surprising Newt. Thomas is quick to push his desk to the side to attack Newt, but the omega is just as fast. Newt stands up but trips over a bag, falling on the floor and scooting across the ground, backing up.

Before Thomas can get to Newt, Mr. Taylor steps between the two. The fur rises on his ears in anger. "Principal's office! Both of you! Now!" He yells, not impressed with either ranks behaviour.

Thomas goes back to his spot and grabs his stuff before storming off. Mr. Taylor turns to Newt, who is sat on the ground with his back against the teachers desk and his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"You're an omega Newt, it's time you start acting like one!"