the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

worthless

Scott whimpered as he was pushed up against the wall, the acrid breath of the Alpha that was pinning him down on his neck. "Get off of me," he forced out, trying to push the man away. However, the Alpha just took the opportunity to grab Scott's wrists, and he pressed them over his head. "Such a delicious Omega," he growled, ghosting his lips along Scott's neck. Scott squeezed his eyes shut and struggled helplessly against the Alpha. "Let go of me. Please."

"Oh, shut up. You know you want it. Don't fight it," the Alpha snarled, tightening his grip on Scott's wrists. Scott whimpered again, shrinking into himself. "You're hurting me!" he cried, but the Alpha just sucked on his neck, dangerously close to his Mark spot. Scott sobbed loudly, his eyes immediately glowing bright Omega blue. "Don't. Please, please don't. Get off of me. Somebody help!" The Alpha growled lowly in his throat and slapped him. "No one's going to come. No one cares about you. You're just a worthless slave." Scott whimpered and turned his head away, but the Alpha just let out another growl and roughly grabbed his chin, forcing his head back and kissing him hard. Scott sobbed into the kiss and shrunk into himself in a fruitless attempt to get away.

When the Alpha pulled away, he didn't move very far. He simply trailed sloppy kisses down Scott's neck, nipping around his Mark spot. Scott cried harder than ever — he didn't want to belong to this Alpha. "Please, please stop it. I'll do anything you want, j-just don't M-Mark me..." The Alpha paused, his lips curling into a smirk. "Anything?" he asked softly, and Scott whimpered softly. "Y-Yes, sir. Anything." The Alpha smirked wider and grabbed Scott's wrist again, tugging him off without a word.

Scott stumbled after him, his tears falling faster than ever. He didn't know where they were going, and he could only hope to make it out alive.

The Alpha kept a tight grip on the trembling Omega behind him as he unlocked the door to his house, roughly tugging him inside. "Mitch! I brought fresh meat!" he called, and Scott couldn't help but let out a small sob, wishing he could disappear. There was a sigh and some shuffling before the man presumably called Mitch emerged from his bedroom. "For the last time, Tyler, I don't want to help you fulfill your weird fantasies." Scott could tell this man was also an Alpha, even though Mitch was smaller than he was. He trembled harder, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

The first Alpha, called Tyler, just rolled his eyes. "Come on, please? He agreed to let me do anything to him," he said with a smirk, tugging Scott in front of him for the other Alpha to see. Scott shrunk away from him and kept his gaze on his feet, gripping at his shirt in an effort to hide his shaking hands. Mitch frowned at the sight of the Omega, tilting his head — usually, the Omegas his roommate brought home were dressed provocatively and gazed at him with seductive eyes, but this one was trembling and crying and obviously terrified. "Tyler, that Omega doesn't look like he wants you to touch him," he said, but Tyler scoffed and shook his head. "He does. Will you join us or not?"

Mitch hesitated, but eventually he drew himself up to his full height and crossed his arms over his chest. "No." Tyler rolled his eyes again and began to pull Scott to his bedroom. "Suit yourself," he called over his shoulder. Scott whimpered quietly and let out a soft sob, and Mitch immediately knew something was wrong. "Tyler, stop." Tyler stopped and turned around, grinning. "You changed your mind?" he asked, but Mitch shook his head. "No, Tyler. That Omega is terrified. I can smell his fear from here. He clearly doesn't want this. Look, he has his Omega eyes," he said, and Scott closed them ashamedly. Tyler growled lowly in his throat, his eyes darkening and his grip on Scott tightening. "He does. He's just being disobedient, like the worthless Omega he is." Mitch frowned at his words. "Let go of him, Tyler."

"No."

"Yes. Let go of him."

"No."