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syntheticavenger · a month ago
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Forever and Ever More - Part Eighteen
Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader
Warnings:  18+ ONLY. Violence, language, mentions of physical abuse (not to the Reader), assault, attempted forced bonding, mentions of blood, angst.
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Word Count: 1.9K
moodboard by the talented @titaniumstark​ | divider by @royallyprincesslilly​
Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen
Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
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Kelly doesn’t pick up when you call. You’ve left her two voicemails, offering your help after what you’ve found out. As it turns out, you’re faster at packing than you thought – the boxes line the hallways while you lean against the wall, ending the call as you get her perky voicemail message once more.
But when your thoughts go to Austin, you immediately wonder if he’s the reason she’s not answering her phone. There’s been no sign of Ransom, even as you wish he would call you. Curiosity gets the better of you, grabbing your keys to head to Kelly’s place. You want a sense of peace, even if you know going back will most likely cause more questions to come up.
You don’t expect to see Austin leaning near your doorway when you open the door. He isn’t smiling, his expression hard.
“Austin,” you greet him warily. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes are dark, narrowing at you as he pushes you back inside roughly, slamming the door behind him.
You can smell it before it registers.
He’s in rut.
His hands pin your arms at your side as he pushes you against the wall, your head bouncing off of it with the hard contact as you wince.
“What are you doing? Stop!” you shout.
“You think you’re so damned smart,” Austin growls, baring his teeth at you. “You took her to get her mark removed.”
“What are you talking about? Let me go,” you demand, his grip on your arms growing even tighter.
“She’s not home. Got a little nice little message that she’s free. None of them are free from me. That’s not how it works. I know you helped her.”
He grips your hands in his, inhaling your scent as you try to shout, his free hand covering your mouth.
“You scream and I bond you. Right here. I was going to already but I wanted to take my time. But you can force my hand, I don’t mind,” Austin whispers harshly. “Take you away from Ransom. By the looks of things you’re already trying to get away. What’s a little more salt in the wound?”
He lowers his head to your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.
“You smell so damn good. It’s a shame that Ransom got to you first.”
“Get off of me!”
“Not a chance, Omega,” Austin snaps, a growl deepening in his chest that makes you whimper. “That’s what I thought. Remember what you are.”
His teeth graze against your skin and you let out a sob, struggling against him as you shut your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks and wait for the inevitable, your heart racing before he’s ripped off of you by an unseen force as the door hits the wall loudly.
Austin hits the side of the wall, the impact cracking the paint and leaving a large hole. Austin gets to his feet, Ransom standing in front of you, his hands fisted while he growls.
“You really are dumber than you look,” Ransom seethes, taking a threatening step toward Austin. “You didn’t think I would feel her distress?”
Flattening yourself against the wall, Austin gets up, shaking off the pain in his shoulder, baring his teeth at Ransom.
“You think I’m gonna let her get away with helping my Omega get her bond mark removed? I’ll take her,” Austin threatens with a nod at you. “An upgrade.”
It’s a blur with how fast Ransom moves, pinning Austin to the ground as you hear the sound of Ransom’s fist connecting with Austin’s face.
Over and over until Austin manages to get the upper hand for a second, gripping Ransom’s fist with both hands before he pushes him off and gets to his knees. Blood pours from Austin’s nose and mouth, the smaller cuts near his eyes courtesy of Ransom’s signet ring.
“Is that all you got, Drysdale?” Austin says, spitting out blood on your hardwood floor. “She’s gonna pay for what she did.”
“She didn’t do it, you rut addled asshole,” Ransom corrects, cracking his knuckles. “It was me. And she wasn’t the only I helped. The other four are free from you as well.”
Austin’s rage spills over as he charges at Ransom, the force almost making him hit the wall before Ransom changes his stance, pushing him back before his right fist connects with Austin’s jaw.
You hear the growl of pain from Ransom before Austin collapses in a heap on the floor. Ransom stands over him, his breathing hard and deep as his hands unclench, his hand wrapping around Austin’s throat once he lowers himself to the ground.
“Ransom,” you whisper with a shaky breath, taking a step forward. “Please.”
“They were on a heat schedule.”
His fingers press down harder on Austin’s windpipe as his eyes flutter open, his hands grabbing at Ransom’s wrist as Ransom places his knee on chest.
“Ransom!” you call out, trying to pull him off of Austin. He doesn’t budge, his blue eyes boring into Austin’s as he presses harder, Austin’s face turning from pink to a mottled red as he chokes and wheezes.
“You’re gonna kill him,” you plead, your knees hitting the floor as you rest your head on his shoulder. “He’s not worth it.”
“It would be worth it,” Ransom answers coldly. “A fucking heat schedule. Broke a few bones when they protested against it.”
“Ransom, he’s going to die,” you shake him. “Please, Alpha.”
At the word, Ransom lets go, Austin’s breath barely a wheeze as he grips his own throat, coughing and sputtering as Ransom stands at his full height, finally taking in the boxes that line the wall.
You see him swallow, turning back to face you, his fists at his side.
“Where you goin’?”
Austin lies on the floor, still trying to catch his breath.
“Ransom, I -”
“I know Harlan gave you a blank check. I thought you were going to get it removed.”
He scoffs for a moment, looking down at his sweater that is streaked and splattered with blood.
“Somehow this is worse.”
He sighs, leaning down to yank Austin off the floor.
“The police wanna have a little chat with you, Stryker.”
You watch as Ransom pushes him out the door before he looks back at you. His eyes are glassy when they meet yours.
“I want you to be here when I get back,” Ransom begins, shaking his head before he looks at Austin. “But I don’t think you will be.”
You say nothing as he leaves, leaving you alone in your empty apartment.
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The blank check sits on the cleared out kitchen counter, your eyes following Harlan’s signature while you wonder what you could do with the money. The house is waiting for you and all you have to do is sign for it. The new teachers at your new job can’t wait to meet you. You’ve already asked for a week of leave for the duress you’ll feel being away from him. You’d heard of the spirals, the loss of appetite and willingness to do anything when one is too far away from their Alpha.
This is more than that. You could get into your car, call the movers to come and pick up your things. A clean break from everything Ransom Drysdale.
But you could stay. Unpack your things, especially the box that holds all of your nesting fabrics and pillows, including a few of his shirts that you managed to lift before he even noticed. It’s less about his scent and knowing how he sleeps better when you’re next to him and how even in sleep, he has to touch you. Biology didn’t account for how close he keeps you against him, mumbling his love for you in his sleep when he’s dreaming, far from conscious that would make him vulnerable.
He rescued five Omegas without your urging.
Without your knowledge.
That alone filled your heart. Knowing that Kelly would be free from Austin, that the others were not beholden to him any longer made you relieved for them. There is a lot to unpack from Ransom’s statement, from the declaration of his love for you to the almost plea before he left.
Too many boxes and not enough willpower to leave, let alone call the movers as tears come to your eyes, a mix of relief and love that is battling inside you. You knew he felt your distress but for now long you’re unsure, grateful that he still had a key and that he was there before Austin was able to try to bond you.
But the other side of it, knowing those feelings you’ve fought against have nothing to do with your biology. You saw Harlan’s disappointment in Ransom – he wanted him to better and was willing to sever ties to make sure you were protected. You saw glimpses of who Ransom could be in the moments inside your nest, the very reason why you were so committed to making them. Through his grumbling, you saw the change. Right down to how he’d wait for you to take his hand and how he’d grip it just a little tighter. Maybe he didn’t notice it, but you did.
Staring at the hole in the wall and the blood on the ground, you reach for the mop and run a bucket full of hot water with a capful of cleaner. There was enough time to clean up.
You’d wait.
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You hear the key in the door, lifting your head at the sound as the door opens slowly.
“You’re still here,” Ransom says, a hint of surprise in his voice.
There’s only silence when he closes the door, unsure of he’ll do. If this was the beginning, you’d be backed against the wall, taking his knot as he reminded you of who you belong to. But this Ransom, the one that grips his keys in his fist without making a move, this one is vulnerable.
“Where’s Austin?”
“Spending the night in a jail cell until his lawyer comes.”
You nod once, watching Ransom inspect the hole in the wall.  
“I’ll pay for that,” Ransom tells you. “Once I get paid.”
“Paid?”
He rolls his eyes before he huffs.
“I’m back to being Harlan’s research assistant.”
“Why?”
“Because removing a bond mark is expensive, let alone for five Omegas.”
“And your inheritance?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ransom mutters. “I gave it up.”
“When?”
“When I saw Harlan. He told me I didn’t deserve you. Stung.”
You swallow hard at his confession as he places the keys on the counter.
“And do you believe that?” you ask, heart beating fast at his words.
“Selfishly, I want to say yes. I do deserve you. You’re the only goddamn good thing in my life and even then, I had to force you to be with me. So truthfully? No, I don’t. You leave me every chance you get,” Ransom reminds you. “Not that I can blame you.”
“I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“I’m waiting for you to tell me you’re leaving.”
“Ransom, you don’t deserve me,” you agree, tears filling your eyes. “I wanted to leave. But I don’t want to.”
For a moment you think you see his lower lip tremble as he nods.
“I deserve better than what I’ve had. You have to make it right.”
“I will,” Ransom rushes out, taking a step toward you. “Anything.”
“Anything?”
He takes two more steps until he gets to you, his scent surrounding you.
“I want to go home.”
“Our home?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
He looks relieved for the moment as you tilt your head up.
“And you’ll make it up to me.”
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holylulusworld · 3 months ago
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Ransom’s Omega
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Summary: The notorious bachelor and womanizer must settle down and look for an omega. You don’t think he could ever set his eyes on you.
Pairing: Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader
Characters: Harlan Thrombey, Linda Thrombey, Richard Thrombey, Joni Thrombey, OFC Caroline
Warnings: angst, language, true mates, cocky Ransom, asshole Ransom, mentions of sex, womanizer Ransom, misogyny, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, Ransom has an awful family, light smut, unprotected sex, implied claiming, talk about knotting, a hint of breeding kink
Words: 4k
A/N: Y/D/B = Your date of birth
Text Divider by @firefly-graphics​
Ransom Drysdale masterlist
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It’s an unwritten law that every woman must drool all over Ransom Drysdale, your boss and new owner of ‘Blood Like Wine’ Publishing, the company the best-selling mystery writer Harlan Thrombey's founded.
You liked Harlan, loved to work for him. But when he decided to retire and gave his company to his grandson, everything changed. 
Back then you used to start your day at work with a long breakfast at Harlan’s office to talk about the latest numbers or simply his ideas for another book, now you spend your time running after the smug alpha who loves to snap his fingers at you to get your attention.
Not that he would ever call you by your name. Ransom Drysdale doesn’t need to remember a woman’s name. Especially if she’s not one of his latest conquests.
“Faster, you should be faster,” he grunts this morning. “I can’t wait for you to catch up with me.”
“I got the latest numbers,” you pant, hating you decided to wear heels today out of all days. Ransom seems to be in a bad mood and of course, he yells at anyone around. “Sir, you should check on Mr. Barneby’s manuscript, it looks promising.”
“He’s too old,” Ransom waves your words off, not even sparing you a glance. “We need fresh blood.”
“A or B?” you snarl before you can stop your tongue. Suddenly Ransom stops in his tracks, making you shriek when you end up bumping into his wide back, face first. 
“Did you just make a joke?” he turns on his heels, brows furrowed. It’s the first time he even looks at you and you can’t help it and feel small and vulnerable when his gaze focuses on you. “Huh?”
“You wanted fresh blood, Sir. All our authors are elder than fifty. Famous and well-known authors. We shouldn’t look for someone to replaces Barneby, Mr. Drysdale. He makes a lot of money for us. People love his books,” you explain. “I know you don’t like him, but he’s a great author.”
“Bring me the manuscript later, and coffee, black,” the alpha eyes you for a moment, subtle glances at your untouched mating gland before he turns back around to ignore your presence yet again. “Hot coffee, not lukewarm. Now get the numbers and meet me at my office.”
“Yes, Sir,” you grumble, hating Ransom always reduces you to nothing but an obedient employee. Harlan always treated you like you are a friend; someone he can talk to and a confidant. “I will meet you at your office…”
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Four weeks later you can barely breathe when you enter the building on another Monday morning. The scent of too many omegas hits your sensitive senses and you cover your mouth and nose with your hand.
“Y/N!” your colleague squeals, waving at you. Usually, she likes to ignore you, just like everyone else but Harlan did, since you started to work at the company. “Did you hear?”
“I just arrived, Caroline. So far, I only got coffee for Mr. Drysdale and checked on my emails while I tried not to collide with all the women running around the building. What’s wrong these days?” moody and tired you look at Ransom who tries to brush past a few omegas.
“Harlan said Ransom must finally settle down. If he wants to keep the company, Ransom must find an omega and mate her. Harlan wants his grandson to have pups soon,” rolling your eyes you try to walk toward your office. “Maybe I should try to get his attention too.”
“Good luck, Caroline. I’m going to work, cause that’s why I came here,” you shake your head, ushering toward your office to avoid any contact with one of the many omegas strolling around the hallways.
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For the rest of the day, you ducked your head, worked hard and tried to ignore the omegas drowned the whole building in their scent. Now you just lean back in your chair to enjoy one of the cupcakes you bought for lunch.
“That’s a good one,” moaning you close your eyes, loving your office does not stink like omegas, sex, and neediness thanks to the scented candles you lit.
“Jesus, save me,” someone storms into your office, slams the door shut, locking it. Ransom almost looks scared when he rests his back against the door. “You need to hide me here for a while.”
“Did something happen, Mr. Drysdale? Shall I call the security?” getting up from your chair you walk toward your new boss, looking him all over.
His tie hangs loose. He looks like someone tugged at his hair and his jacket got ripped open. The alpha pants heavily, eyes wild, and nostrils flaring. 
“No, please no!” he cries. “One of them wanted me to mate his sister and mother. They all looked the same. Later Caroline grabbed my tie and tried to drag me into her office, offering me the night of my life or something. I didn’t listen, too busy to run off.”
“Uh-erm,” you don’t know how it happened, but you start laughing. “That’s just-“ you pat his chest, snorting as he looks at you, confused and helpless. “A tall alpha like you runs away from all the omegas wanting him to mate them? That’s priceless.”
“I don’t want needy omegas,” he sighs, glancing at the cupcake in your hand. “Can I have one too? I didn’t get any food today. I’m afraid to leave this office,” Ransom looks at your desk, eyes glued to the box with cupcakes. 
“Sure,” you clear your throat to pull his attention back toward you. “I got coffee and a sandwich too if you are hungry.”
“A sandwich sounds like heaven,” Ransom steps toward your desk, now glancing at the pictures of your family. “Your family?”
“Oh, yeah. My parents and siblings,” you point at the pictures, smiling as you talk about your family. You explain, that you moved far away from your family to work with Harlan. That your father is a huge fan of Harlan’s books and that they are proud of you. “Sorry, I tend to babble when you give me the chance, Sir.”
“So, do you like to work here?” Ransom asks, eyes drifting toward your mating gland again. He growls low in his throat, pupils blown when you tilt your head to the side. “I mean, how long do you work for me?”
“I worked here before you took over the company, Sir,” you tut. “I worked for your grandfather, Harlan. It’s been six years this March.”
“Six years, huh?” he grins, stepping closer to steal one of your cupcakes. “No alpha? No pups?” Ransom asks. “Do you have a boyfriend or someone interested in mating you?”
“No,” you utter, pointing at a chair. “Why don’t you sit and eat the sandwich. Maybe the omegas lose interest if you wait for a moment.”
“They won’t,” Ransom sighs, running one hand down his face. “As long as I do not choose a mate, the omegas will be all over me. I hate that none of the girls is interested in me. They love my money and reputation, the attention they will get, not me.”
“Isn’t that what you always dreamed of?” he growls at you, eyes narrowing. “I mean, anytime you came here you smelled like a different omega. I know alphas don’t care about things like that, but any omega could smell you had sex with someone the night before.”
“You too?” you huff, not wanting to admit you hate other women’s scent on your boss. Not that you are deeply in love with the self-centered man but he’s your boss, your alpha when you are at work, and you don’t like to share his attention. “No one could ignore the stink of another omega on you.”
“Hmm…” nodding thoughtfully Ransom smirks. He watches you grasp for another cupcake, feeling his cock swell in his pants when you open your mouth to dart your tongue out. You lick over the cream, savoring the taste. “You like to eat and don’t stop in front of me. Most of the girls I date don’t eat in front of me.”
“Damn, if a man invites me for dinner I want to eat. I would die if I sat at a nice restaurant and can’t eat a thing. That’s just stupid,” taking a large bite you moan at the taste. “Red velvet with cherry filling.”
“Cherry filling,” Ransom licks his lips. “Watching you eat is like watching-“ he stutters, eyes glued to your mouth. “You’ve got some cherry on your lips.” He points at your mouth, purring when you lick it off with your tongue.
“And?” furrowing your brows you look at Ransom. “I’m not on a date or try to impress you, Mr. Drysdale. That’s my office and I’m hungry.”
“How about we sneak out of the building and eat at my favorite Italian restaurant? Or do you like Mexican food? I know a great restaurant.”
“Wait—what? Did-did you just invite me for dinner?” you stutter, wondering why Ransom would ever invite you. “Okay, what do you want?”
“Harlan forces me to mate an omega within the next two months. He will take the company away from me and my trust fund if I don’t find a mate soon. You’re smart, not too bad to look at and your scent is pleasant,” Ransom clears his throat, hiding his cock swell anytime you call him Sir or try to keep up with his pace. “What do you say?”
“Uh-did you hit your head, Sir?” you growl the words, jumping off your chair to round your desk, hand fisting his tie to harshly tug at it. “I’m not a prostitute! And I will not lie to Harlan. He’s a good friend, a mentor to me.”
“What about-“ Ransom watches you twirl his tie around your hand to bring him closer to your face. “Hot sex? I’m good at knotting and you could have pups.”
“That’s even worse, Hugh!”
“Ransom, doll,” he husks. “How about we have dinner and talk about the details at my house? I could make you feel things you never felt before. I always imagined bending you over my desk and stuff you with my dick.”
“What the-“ gritting your teeth you watch Ransom lick his lips. “I should push you out of my office and leave you to all the needy omegas, Drysdale.”
“I could give you a promotion-“ he offers, missing you growl low in your throat. “I mean, my dick should be enough but I’m a good alpha.”
“That’s sexual harassment, Mr. Drysdale! You can’t offer me a better position to get what you want! What’s wrong with you? Go out there and find an omega you could imagine spending your life with.”
“But I did so,” Ransom mutters. “I came here as I feel relaxed and good around you. Y/N, I told you that I like your scent. Can’t say so about any other omega. Now be good and sit on my lap.”
“How can you say something charming and misogynic in the same line?” you sigh deeply. “You get that a bond is for a lifetime, not for one night. If you sink your teeth in my neck, you are stuck with me.”
“I’d like to be stuck inside of you,” the alpha purrs when you let go of his tie to start pacing around your office. “Anywhere, doll. We could just get stuck right here on your desk.”
“No way!” you twirl around to glare at your boss. “What will your grandfather think about me, Hugh?”
“Ransom,” he corrects, getting off the chair to stalk toward you. “Call me Ransom, doll. Now stop acting all coy and let me kiss my chosen omega.”
Startled you stare up at Ransom when he cups your face to press his lips softly against yours, only to cry out in pain.
“Hands and lips off, Drysdale,” you growl while Ransom licks blood off his lips. 
“Did you just bite me, omega?” you whine when Ransom addresses you with your presentation, not your name or his favorite pet name. “Oh, I will enjoy knotting you for the first time. You will writhe and scream feeling my thick cock split your cunt open.”
“Is that the way you talk to women? I’m not some random pussy you can drag into your bedroom and fuck. I have standards,” unimpressed by your words Ransom steps into your personal space to cup the back of your neck. He forces you to tilt your head to grant him access to your mating gland.
“You’re mine,” he lowers himself, lips suddenly pressing against your mating gland. “I’m gonna mark this perfect neck and make you my omega. I waited almost a year for you to break and now, I’m just done waiting.”
“A year,” you say, breathlessly. His tongue laps at your mating gland and you purr for the cocky alpha. “This doesn’t make sense, R-Ransom.”
“Say my name,” he whispers against your skin. “Say it again, Y/N. I want to hear it.” the alpha growls the last words.
“Ransom,” you quip, pushing against his shoulders but he won’t budge. The alpha decided you are going to be his mate and won’t let you go. “I want you to go out there and chose someone else.”
“I came. Chose. And will conquer,” husking the words against your skin Ransom smirks. “Now, what do you want to eat, doll?”
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“Ransom. Alpha,” the omegas purrs, ready to pounce on the alpha holding your hand in a tight grip. “Why don’t you-?” it’s like in one of those cheap horror movies. All women suddenly turn around to glare at you with angry, glowing eyes.
“Ladies, I’m pleased to announce I found my omega,” Ransom smirks when you try to shake the arm slinging around your shoulders off. “Y/N Y/L/N is going to become my omega, my mate and mother of my pups.”
“I will kill you, Drysdale,” you growl. “How can you tell all those people I want to become your omega? You don’t even know the date of my birth or how I like my coffee.”
“You like tea, not coffee. Your date of birth is the Y/D/B. And I know you like it when I touch your arm accidentally,” you hate Ransom makes your knees wobble. “Sometimes you scrunch up your nose when I say something you don’t like. Harlan loves you. My family doesn’t hate you. A win-win situation.”
“Not for me!”
“Oh, the moment you feel my dick inside of your tight little cunt, you’ll know you hit the jackpot. I’m the best alpha you can ever get…”
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“No,” you mutter, pushing Ransom's hand away when he tries to touch your hand. “You just blurted out we are going to mate! How shall I got to work tomorrow, knowing everyone will believe we had sex?”
“Satisfied and a big grin plastered all over your face,” Ransom tries, purring when you slap his hand again. “Maybe a little sore after I spanked your ass raw.”
“You won’t put your hands on me, bastard,” narrowing your eyes you growl at the waitress when she dares to sniff in Ransom’s direction. “Hands off, he’s mine.”
You gasp, not missing the devilish smirk forming on Ransom’s plump lips. He leans back, eyes drinking you in while the waitress storms off, muttering something under her breath.
“See, that’s a good omega. Defending the alpha, she chose to mate,” Ransom muses, still that annoyingly cocky grin on his lips. “Let’s eat and talk about the detail later.”
“You’re not my chosen alpha,” glancing at Ransom who enjoys the struggle on your face you huff. “Whether you like it or not, my answer is no.”
“Aw, my omega plays hard to get. I like me a good hunt,” he licks his lips, already forming a plan to get you in his clutches.
“You know, mating me means to never have another woman again. This includes betas and alphas,” this time you smirk when Ransom’s grin fades. “I will not let my alpha stray, Ransom, baby.” you purr. 
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“No,” you growl, pushing Ransom off you when he tries to scent you. “This is our second date. This doesn’t mean you will end up on second base.”
“Omega,” he whines, eyes glued to your mating gland, hands pawing at the pillow you press to your chest to keep him from groping you. “Please, let me at least scent you. I will not try anything.”
“I do not trust you, Drysdale. Last time I let you scent me your hands were all over me,” he smirks, remembering the weight of your tits in his hands. “Stay there, Ransom.”
“Fine,” grumbling Ransom sit next to you, sighing deeply when you scoot away. “But you’ll come to the monthly family dinner. I want to show off my omega this time. Maybe Harlan will stop nagging if he sees I did not choose a random omega but his favorite employee.”
“You’re such an ass,” he snickers, but his blue eyes soften when you move a little closer to sniff in his direction. “So, you are rich, but wear a knit sweater having more holes than your usually dates brains.”
“Who cares?” Ransom nonchalantly shrugs. “Why should I care if there are holes in my sweater or not?”
“You just don’t care, don’t you?” you huff. “You just threw it on and don’t care. There is no respect toward your family or the money they provide to you.”
“You scold me for wearing a sweater with holes?” he laughs, tugging at the white sweater. “Maybe I like it because it feels soft and cozy when I wear it.”
“Cozy? Nah, that’s not your style but, if you want to be a good alpha, you can give it to me,” holding out your hand you wait for Ransom to strip the sweater off. “Give it to me and I’ll come with you.”
“Greedy little bitch,” the alpha grunts, not wanting to give you his favorite sweater.
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“How did he get you in his clutches?” Linda coos, watching you lean in Ransom’s embrace. The alpha has his arm slung around your shoulders, parades you around his grandfather’s mansion like you are his most prized possession. 
“Ransom is a charming and attractive alpha, Mrs. Thrombey,” you coo, giving her your sweetest smile. “Why wouldn’t I fall for him? He’s such a good alpha when it comes to me.”
“Charming or wealthy?” you love Linda’s face falls when you don’t batt an eyelash at her rude comment. “He’s a good catch our Ransom, isn’t he?”
“I don’t care much about money, Mrs. Thrombey. My parents got their own business too. I will take it over when my father retires. It’s not as big as your business, but it’s enough,” you quip, smiling coolly.
“AH, Ransom,” Joni squeaks, or does she try to speak? You never know with her. She’s much too cheerful for your taste and you only pray this evening will pass faster than it feels. Minutes seem to turn into hours when you spend them at a Thrombey family dinner. “You finally found someone you don’t have to pay to keep you company.”
“EAT SHIT,” Ransom growls, showing his true colors when Joni implies he paid you for your company tonight. Well, he did with his sweater. “Y/N is my chosen mate, not some random bitch.”
“Ransom, alpha,” you purr, not wanting for Ransom to freak out. “Joni didn’t want to imply you paid me for my company. This would be inappropriate for a woman of her station.” you smile sweetly. “Isn’t that right, Linda. People like the Thrombeys could never sink so low.”
“Right,” Richard clears his throat, tries to pull your and Ransom’s attention toward the dinner table. “Dinner is ready, Linda.”
“We should eat then,” Linda flashes you a faked smile, missing you growl low in your throat. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy having dinner with us, Y/N.”
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“What do you mean everything went according to plan?” Linda growls. You and her son left an hour ago and now she tries to convince her father to let Ransom off the hook. “You want my son to claim a random omega? One working for him.”
“She’s his true mate, Linda,” Harlan chuckles. “It cost me a lot of money and time to find her. You know, it was coincident her family is a big fan of my books and that she always dreamed of working for me.”
“You planned all of this?”
“I’m a master, my dear. I knew Ransom would end up impregnating a random omega or unmated and lonely. I want him to become more. Unlike you, I have a little faith in my grandson,” Harlan leans back in his chair, a content smile on his face. “That omega can turn our Ransom into the alpha he’s destined to become.”
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You barely made it back into Ransom’s house before he was all over you. 
Clothes got shredded, doors slammed, furniture ruined, and you are sure the sheets underneath your body will be in shreds when he’s done with you.
Right now, he has you on hands and knees, one hand in your hair, the other on your hip. He snarls and purrs, eyes glued to his cock slide into your soaked pussy. 
“Fuck, the way you handle my family,” Ransom growls, hand slapping your thigh when you do not react. “You take me so well, omega.”
“You’re so-“ you cry out, fist the sheets harder when he gives you a dirty grind, followed by three hard thrusts. You fall on your forearms when your hands can’t hold your body upright any longer. “Big-“
“I told you,” watching Ransom work his cock into you into the mirror opposite his bed you roll your eyes. He looks like he’s posing for you, still that stupid smirk on his face. “you’ll be addicted the moment I sink my teeth in your neck.”
He speeds up, starts to hammer into you, not caring you start throwing insults at him. Your neck still throbs in pain and the way Ransom tries to take you apart doesn’t help at all.
“Fuck, hurry up. I’m sore and my neck hurts,” you grunt, pushing back onto Ransom. “Where is your knot?”
“Greedy little omega,” the alpha growls. “I’ll give you what you deserve…my knot so deep you can feel it in your belly...”
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“Gosh, lemme go, Drysdale,” you wiggle in Ransom’s embrace, growling at him. The alpha ignores your protests. His knot still locks your together and he takes full advantage of your situation.
Ransom buries his face in your neck, mouths his way down to your shoulder to nibble at your skin.
“I marked you good, omega,” he smirks against you, rutting his hips a few times, causing you to snarl at him. “Shh…be my good girl now.” nuzzling your cheek Ransom sighs. “Do you feel calm too?”
You hate to admit it but feeling the bond with Ransom strengthen you feel calm, warm, and safe. “Maybe.”
“We are alone, doll. You can admit you like your alpha. It’s not a crime to feel good in my arms. You know, I’m not that bad,” Ransom mutters. “Didn’t I make you feel good? I asked you before I sank my teeth in your mating gland, and you chanted my name while I was inside of you. And I know you love my knot.”
“Ransom?” humming your alpha licks your neck. “Do me a favor and stop talking. I’m tired.” you giggle when Ransom growls behind you. “I mean it. Let’s have a nap. Later I lay claim on all your ugly knit sweaters. I’m going to turn this bed into my nest.”
“Nest-“ purring low in his throat Ransom ruts into you. “How about we make some pups tonight? Could get you round, fill you with my child, or maybe two?”
“Slow down, Drysdale. Invite me for dinner before you make plans to put a pup into me,” you chortle, remembering he already claimed and knotted you. “At least let’s get to know each other better before we have children.”
“Doll, I already know you are my omega. There is nothing else I need to know,” Ransom kisses your neck softly this time. “And you gave my family hell. This makes you my perfect match...”
>> Part 2
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imaginedreamwrite · a month ago
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Alpha, May I?
PROLOGUE PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13
Summary: What if there was no Marta or a suicide? What if Harlan Thrombey had willed everything he owned and his entire legacy to the nurse who cared after both him and his mother?
What is Harlan Thrombey’s nurse was an omega who was good in nature, caring and kind hearted, to the fault of others?
What if Harlan Thrombey had a grand plan, to get his grandson to step up to the plate and finally do something with his life?
What if you were an omega who kept on a strict suppressant schedule to avoid attracting an alpha, only to have one technically willed to you?
Harlan has decided that you will have everything. And so will Ransom Drysdale.
Only…in order for Ransom to get the money, to get the assets he selfishly wants, he also needs to get you.
He needs to be mated to the omega who is willed everything while simultaneously keeping the rest of his family from tearing you apart.
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mypoisonedvine · 5 months ago
fuckboi alpha!ransom who gives no fucks about mating, just wants as much omega pussy as he can get until he smells you and you're all he can think of and he hates it
(this turned out a little darker than necessary oops lol)
“I really fucking hate you, omega,” he growled, pinning you against the wall by your neck.  “hate the way you act like you’re too fuckin’ good for everybody... how you ignore me when you know you need me... how you smell... god, you smell so goddamn good I could just eat you up, y’know that?”
you shuddered and tried to squirm away, overwhelmed by his scent, his strength, his voice so deep and commanding.
“if you hate me so much then leave me alone,” you replied, trying to sound confident and mostly failing.  “I know your reputation... you tell every omega you’re gonna give them the dream life, spend all your money on them, keep them safe... it’s another lie just like everything you say.”
“I’ve told a lot of lies but I’m dead serious right now.  you belong to me.  you’re my omega.  not just one of the omegas, not just a way to spend the night, mine, forever.  you need to figure that out and just let me love you.”
“love me?  you wouldn’t know love if it hit you in the face,” you sneered.
he pressed his body against yours, unashamedly scenting your neck before licking you there as you tried not to let a moan leak from your lips.
“you feel it too, I know you do.  I’ll show you that I mean it, I’ll show you it’s not a lie... I’ll bond you right now, put my pretty little bitemark on your neck until everyone, including you, knows you’re mine.”
your thighs clenched together.  god, you wanted it.  but the last piece of your rational mind couldn’t forgive his womanizing ways, couldn’t ignore who he’d been for the past few years in exchange for who he had claimed to be for the past few minutes.
“let me guess, you’re gonna ask me to give you one night so you can prove how much you love me?” you panted, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m not asking for a night.  I’m taking everything.”
and with that, he pulled you into a hungry, searing kiss, hard enough to knock you off your feet; soft enough to make your heart twist.
“alpha...” you whispered against his lips, unable to resist anymore, and he smiled.
“that’s my girl, that’s my sweet little omega,” he cooed.  “let’s get you to bed and get you claimed, babygirl...”
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syntheticavenger · 4 months ago
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Forever and Ever More
Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader
Warnings: 18+. Per usual, the first chapter is world building so I’ll say dubious consent in regard to touching for this chapter. Tags will be at the bottom.
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Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
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“I told you. You need to settle down. It’s time,” Harlan warns in his gravelly voice, leveling his gaze at Ransom who sits across from him with his arms crossed. “Your mother is the only Alpha left in our family, save for Jacob. It’s high time you grew up for once in your life.”
Ransom scoffs at his grandfather’s words, placing his phone down after he fires off a text to another Omega he’s been chasing. Like clockwork, they reply quickly and Ransom bites back a smirk at the vibration that gets his grandfather’s attention with a steely glare.
“I don’t want to have to cut you off. But I will. This is serious, Ransom. Our family line is important.”
“Settle down? Are you insane?” Ransom’s eyes narrow at his grandfather, his jaw clenching tight. “I’m in the prime of my life. I don’t need to be tied down by some simpering Omega.”
“You’re the eldest grandchild. It’s time to grow up. Or you’ll get not a single red dime from me going forward.”
Ransom shakes his head, grabbing his coat before he looks back at Harlan.
“What will that prove?” He asks, mouth set in a hard frown.
“That you can think about something other than yourself for once.”
Harlan doesn’t move when the door slams closed, finishing the rest of his work as he shakes his head in irritation at his tantrum.
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Your eyes travel back to the third shot that is placed in front of the birthday girl, amid the whoops and hollers as she slumps back into her seat happily.
“I’m gonna be sick,” Kelly whines with a slow grin, picking it up as she catches your glance. “Come on, keep up.”
“I have to teach in the morning,” you protest, pushing the shot glass away with your finger. “The last thing those kiddos need is a teacher with a hangover.”
“Show a video tomorrow,” Sarah chimes in, pushing it back to you. “It’s Kelly’s birthday! You really aren’t going to cut loose for a little?”
The music is loud overhead, the bass enough to give you courage to lift it and clink your glasses together before you down it, coughing slightly before you feel Sarah’s elbow jabbing into your ribs.
“Is that… no way,” Sarah breathes, leaning over lazily while you try to focus your gaze. “Holy shit, that’s Ransom Drysdale, isn't it?”
You roll your eyes, downing a glass of water as you feel your cheeks begin to warm up. You’re aware of who he is. Boston’s most eligible Alpha, born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the mouth of a sailor. His mother regularly gives sizable charitable donations to the elementary school that you teach at, often being called on to give speeches and hand out awards. You have more than your fair share of her business cards inside your purse and at your desk.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was checking you out,” Kelly responds to Sarah, wagging her eyebrows suggestively.
“Not me. Her,” Sarah clarifies, thumbing in your direction. “Besides. Thrombey or Drysdale, all of them are trouble. Spoiled little rich kids, am I right?”
You nod, paying no attention to the conversation swirling around you. There is no doubting the feel of the stare on you as you down more water, refusing to look up. Even if it is true, you refuse to be a notch on a bedpost or a story for some entitled Alpha to share with his friends. You were here to celebrate a birthday and that was exactly what you were going to do.
The server appears a few moments with a round of shots for the entire table. The Omega in front of you steadies the tray with a long glance back at Ransom, who pays you in mind.
“Blowjob shots from Mr. Drysdale,” she says with a hint of envy. “He says he hopes you enjoy them.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes as your entire table leans over to look at him before they reach out and take them. Declining the shot, Sarah swipes yours and downs it with a contented sigh.
“Wouldn’t mind taking him home for a night,” she admits, her words slurring.
“Ransom? He’d leave you halfway through the night to hook up with some other Omega, let’s be real,” Kelly counters, turning her attention back to you. “Though, word on the street is he’s looking to settle down.”
“Yeah, right,” comes the reply from Dana at the end of the booth as she snorts. “He’s not the marrying type.”
You say nothing, knowing that he isn’t the topic of discussion that you feel like engaging in. It’s bad enough that you know his mother and that they treat him like a celebrity anywhere he goes because of his family name and money. When you check your watch, you know it’s time to leave, giving Kelly a pleading look. She clears her throat, dipping her head in sympathy.
“Time for a bathroom break,” Kelly announces. The shuffle of hips and legs bump into each other as the booth empties and you slide out behind Kelly. She knows that you’re often the target of their jeers because you keep to yourself and she doesn’t want to have to an argument on her hands.
Once you make it to the bathroom, you wash your hands, surveying your appearance before you hear her giggle inside a stall.
“But seriously though… don’t you want to settle down and find an Alpha? Your family is super uptight, you need someone in your corner when you visit for the holidays.”
“One day,” you answer, waving your hands slowly under the motion detected paper towel dispenser. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
When you open the door, the scent of cedarwood mixed with a slightly spicy scent catches your attention. The Alpha in front of you smirks and your heart drops at the sight. It’s Ransom, arms crossed against his chest as he looks you up and down with an appreciative gaze. He’s handsome, classically so, but you know his type and no chiseled jaw and beautiful blue eyes will change that.
“You turned down my shot,” Ransom greets you, taking a step closer to you as you take one back. “Didn’t like it?”
“Not really into shots,” you answer, shifting your gaze back to the bathroom door.
“Your friend seems a little drunk. Can’t handle her alcohol. Not that I can blame her. Omegas don’t have that much of a high tolerance, do they?”
The tips of his shoes meet yours and you bump against the wall. The alcohol in your system is still there, the Uber that you’ve called only minutes away and you try to look anywhere but at him. His scent makes your mouth water and you realize why so many Omegas are drawn to him. Your hindbrain reminds you that he’s powerful, good for protection and would be a good father. Even as you try to blame it on the fact you’re inebriated, the instinct - the longing - simmers under your skin and you inhale sharply to center yourself before he leans in.
“You smell incredible,” Ransom purrs against your neck, his arms on either side of you as he noses your gland with a satisfied growl. “Not mated.”
He’s scenting you in full view of anyone who comes by. Not unheard of but for your standards, you know better, even if the urge to pull him closer throbs at your fingertips.
“Please... I... I have to get back to my friends,” you whimper, feeling a shiver go down your back.
“I’m sure they know you’re in good hands.”
When his knee presses between your legs, you swallow hard, trying to come to your senses while you hear your name being called, your friend appearing in your peripheral.
“Come on,” Kelly urges, pulling your arm as she glares at Ransom. “Not this Alpha.”
You hear a low growl of displeasure as Ransom lets you go, smirking as Kelly pulls you close. “Let’s go get you to your Uber.”
Once Kelly closes the door behind you, the Omega in the driver’s seat looks over at Ransom, who is strolling to his car as he looks in your direction for a brief moment.
“Everything okay?” he asks, looking at you from the rearview. “He wasn’t bothering you, was he?”
“No,” you lie, shaking your head as your mind begins to swim. Your body had already started to react to him and you’d never had that happen before. “Just trying to flirt. Not my type.”
As the car pulls away from the curb, you roll down the window, inhaling fresh air and trying to get his scent out of your nose. It was still early enough for you to get home and get some sleep.
And forget all about Ransom Drysdale.
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holylulusworld · 29 days ago
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Twice (2)
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Summary: Ransom broke your heart months ago – now he must face the consequences of his doings.
Pairing: Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega(Plus Sized)!Reader
Characters: Linda Thrombey
Warnings: angst, language, plus-sized reader, low self-esteem, a/b/o, unplanned pregnancy, nesting, scent bond, a hint of fluff, remorse, sick alpha (panic attack?), annoying Linda, aggressive alpha (a hint), courting for an omega
A/N: Part 2/?
<< Part 1 - Once
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“Please,” he crawls closer to you, tries to touch your foot but you jerk away, shaking your head. Since that first night, the night he returned to your life you refuse to let Ransom touch, or even scent you. “I only want to scent you, ‘mega.”
“Why don’t you pay one of the other girls to let you scent them, Drysdale?” you growl low in your throat while moving further up your nest to avoid getting touched by Ransom. “I don’t need you in my life anymore. What’s done is done.”
“You said, you’ll give me another chance, please,” he whines low in his throat when you cover your swollen belly with a sheet. You don’t want the alpha to see his child. “Let me at least see your bump. I have been good and slept at the foot of your bed. Right?”
“What do you want from me, Hugh? I’m still the fat girl you didn’t want your family to know about. I don’t buy your bullshit about telling them about me and your child. I met enough men in my life treating me like trash but,” you hide your face in your pillow, sniffling silently.
“But—?” he silently crawls closer to you to get a glimpse of your belly. “Doll?”
“I thought you are different. We had fun, talked for hours and I liked you. Not for your good looks but as you acted as if I’m not the fat girl everyone else saw in me,” you wipe your eyes feeling more tears well-up. “You are all the same.”
“I lied, doll,” he moves closer again, this time he reaches for your foot to gently touch it. “Please, I only want to see the ultrasound picture of my son. Give me this.”
“Not tonight,” you choke out a sob. “I don’t want to give you anything to make you feel better. You didn’t give a shit on me for the last months. Why should I care about you?”
“You are a better person?” Ransom tries, scooting closer again. This time he touches your knee. He almost reached his goal and won’t give up now. He slowly crawls up your bed to press his head to your belly but, to his surprise, you push him away and he ends up on the floor with a loud thud followed by a yelp.
“Shit, Ransom?” you look over the edge of the bed, giggle when he curls into a ball on the floor, whimpering as you kicked him off your nest. “UH—what are you doing?”
“Y-you don’t want me on your nest,” he begins to shake, his breathing quickens, and you wonder what’s wrong with the tall alpha. “You will never let me see my pup. Oh God someone else will become his father.”
“Ransom?” slowly sitting up you eye the alpha warily. His breathing gets worse, and you can see the muscles in his arms and legs tense up. He whines low in his throat, grasping for the shirt you carelessly dropped to the floor. “You need to stop.”
“I can’t,” he buries his face into the dirty fabric, holds tight onto your shirt for dear life. “I had hoped you would forgive me one day. Now I know, you’ll never let me see my child. I lost everything…everything…”
“Alpha!” you mutter, poking his thigh with your foot. “I need to use the toilet. Can you help me get off the bed? I’m a little dizzy today.”
“You’re dizzy?” Ransom tries to get up, grasps for the edge of the bed to support his weak legs. “I’ll help you, wait.”
While you watch Ransom crawl back onto the bed, he pants and grunts. His muscles don’t seem to work, and he looks like he just ran a marathon when he finally kneels on the bed, still clutching the shirt to his chest.
“What is wrong with you, Ransom?” you clumsily kneel on the bed to press your hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up. Your breathing doesn’t sound too good, and you are sweating like a whore at the church.”
He snickers at your bad joke, scooting closer to check on you. “You look tired, doll. No wonder you feel dizzy. Wait, let me help you,” Ransom offers.
“Dude, you look like you are going to pass out on me any minute. I just wanted you to stop shaking. Lie on the spare pillow on the left side. Don’t you dare to snuggle into my pillow, Drysdale,” you warn, slowly moving back toward the edge of the bed to finally go to the bathroom.
“What about you? I can’t let you walk on your own while feeling dizzy,” he tries to stop you, but you swat his hand away. “Please, don’t go alone. I can’t let you get hurt.”
“Gosh, don’t pee your pants, Ransom,” you growl low in your throat. “I can handle walking into the bathroom. Lie down and stop acting like an oversensitive omega.”
“I’m an alpha,” he protests, snarling when you poke his chest. “A tall and rough one. Don’t you remember how I manhandled you?”
“Nah, I only remember you being an ass,” while you waddle toward the bathroom, taking your time with your seven-month baby bump, you can hear Ransom chuckle behind you.
“You look like a cute duckling, doll,” he snickers. “So cute and I’d like to bite your butt.”
“You better stop talking before I come back with the plunger I’m hiding in the bathroom. I am not afraid to use it, Drysdale,” you look over your shoulder to throw an angry look at Ransom.
“Aw, you’re so cute while being mad,” he does the one thing you forbid him to do. Ransom snuggles into your pillow; purrs low in his throat when your scent surrounds him. “Mine, you are only mine.”
“If I not for my bladder, I would kill you right now,” you threaten, walking into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. “Alphas, so needy and annoying…”
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When you come back from the bathroom, Ransom lies on the other side of the bed, waiting in anticipation. He purrs, eyes glued to your swollen belly. “I fluffed your pillow and got you a snack.”
“You snuggled into my pillow,” he smirks when you try to crawl onto the bed. “I dare you to do it again. I don’t want your stink on my things.”
“I don’t stink,” Ransom moves a little closer to sniff in your direction. “Can I—uh erm,” he looks at your baby bump, hand twitching, “Can I touch your bump? Please. I promise to behave, for tonight.”
“One minute and then you’ll leave me alone. No scenting, not touching, not rutting against me, Drysdale,” poking your index finger into his chest you hold Ransom’s gaze. “I’m not one of your easy girls. You hurt me deeply and your good looks and false promises won’t help you win me over again.”
“I slept on the foot of your bed for a month, Y/N,” he argues while his large hand moves over your swollen belly. “OH, little Ransom kicked me. A strong boy.”
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“Y/N, my dear,” you hate leaving your house, Ransom by your side. Everywhere you go you seem to bump into his family. Today it’s Linda acting as if she never looked at you like you are an insect she wants to squish under her shoe. “You look beautiful today. Ransom, your mate is glowing.”
“I’m not his mate,” growling the words you try to brush past Ransom’s mother, but she won’t have it.
“Why don’t you come for dinner tonight? Harlan would be so happy to see your omega and her pup,” Linda tries again. “Right, Ransom. Your sick grandfather would like to get to know the omega stealing your heart.”
“I stole nothing,” you huff when Ransom places his hand on the small of your back. “I was a mere rut bunny to your son. Now you all are suddenly all over me. May I ask why? Has this something to do with Harlan's money? Does he want Ransom to grow up and have a family to give him his money?”
Ransom snarls at Linda when she tries to touch your bump. “Hands off my omega,” he steps in front of you, blocks Linda’s path. “No one touches her or my pup.”
“Don’t act out now, Ransom. She’s just an omega you filled with your pup by accident. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be on your mind anymore. I know you, Ransom,” Linda pats Ransom’s cheek, “you are not the kind of alpha sticking around. Sooner or later, you’ll get bored and move on to the next willing omega.”
“That’s not true—” he growls now, hands reaching out for his mother’s throat. “Take that back.”
“Why?” Linda has balls, you give her that. Pissing an angry alpha off is not the smartest move. Not at all. “The missing claiming mark on her neck tells me everything I need to know, Ransom. You’ll never settle down.”
Linda leaves the moment Ransom grits his teeth. He growls low in his throat, and you bet, his eyes are glowing as his mother runs for the hills.
“You have a way with your family,” you want to tease Ransom, but he walks away, whining when you call his name. “Ransom, where are you going?”
“I-I need to get—” he stops in his tracks, whining again before he runs off, leaving you in the middle of the drugstore. “I’ll be back…”
He returns half an hour later, arms full of bags, a content smile on his face.
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“Fucking great,” he pants heavily, paces your bedroom while you try to not follow his every step. Since you bumped into Linda this morning Ransom is out of his mind. “I should’ve killed her years ago. Now she ruined any chance for me. I will never see my child grow and my omega will let a random douche mate her.”
“I’m still here, Drysdale,” you sigh deeply when he keeps on muttering under his breath while placing random bags onto the bed. “What’s all of this?” you frown when Ransom starts to unpack all the things he bought after he ran off.
“I got everything we will need,” he states, pointing toward the first things he unpacked. “More blankets and a new pajama for you. It will fit you better.”
You glance at the pajama and blankets while Ransom is busy unpacking the other paper bags. He places random things onto the bed. Plushies, shower gel, fluffy socks, snacks, chewing gum, a hairbrush, and finally he opens a small cake box, revealing red-velvet cupcakes.
“Why?”
“Uh—you know,” he scratches the back of his neck, nervously glancing at the useless things he bought. “I’m courting for you.” He offers. “I got more in my car. Panties, a sweater, chocolate, that ugly doll you liked so much.”
“It’s a figurine, not a doll,” you kneel on the bed to have a closer look at all the things Ransom gathered. “There is more?” you purr low in your throat. Your omega likes all the things your alpha offers to you. “What else did you buy?”
“I-I really don’t remember. I just ran through the stores and grasped for everything coming to my mind,” he drops his gaze, shrugging when you ask him how much money he spent on all the things he got. “I don’t know. A few hundred bucks, maybe.”
“You got me one of the sweaters you are wearing too?” you lick your lips, greedily grasping for the things Ransom placed onto the bed. “I need a bigger nest—”
“We could go to my house,” he chokes out. “I got a bigger bed and a huge couch, Y/N. It’s only logical to move in with me. You can have two nests or a big one on the bed. My home is safer for the pup, and I got a lot of sweaters waiting for you to steal.”
“Sweaters,” you purr low in your throat, crawling closer to the blankets he bought. “How many? Five?”
“Ten, maybe fifteen,” Ransom offers, watching you steal the pajama to move it on top of your nest. “I could get more.”
“Hmm…” nodding to yourself you move back toward the cupcakes to eat one. “Not my mom’s but still deliciously.”
“Your mom, she wouldn’t sell me cupcakes. She hates me,” he finally sits on the bed to steal one of the cupcakes, earning a growl from you.
“She doesn’t hate you, but the way you treated me. My parents love me. Of course, they don’t want to have you around after what you did to me.”
“I can be better,” he assures again. “Let me try to be a better man, a better alpha to you and my child. I can’t promise to be the best alpha ever, but I’ll try…”
“We will see that, Ransom. We will see,” you move closer to the alpha to sniff at his neck. “I want to have a look around your house tomorrow. Maybe I’ll move in with you…maybe not…”
>> Part 3
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imaginedreamwrite · a month ago
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Alpha, May I?
Part One
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Even from outside the mansion, you could hear the chaos within, the demands of Linda, who was screaming at the housekeeping staff about her bags being misplaced and the storming of feet, which must’ve come from Donna who must’ve argued with her husband, tender loving bastard who was a little too handsy with the female staff, like most of the men in the family were.
The entire family was chaos, and it was delirium that befell the rich souls that were clinging to Harlan Thrombey like little leeches willing to suck him dry.
“Good morning, Mrs. Thrombey.” You slipped through the front door into chaos, greeting one of your employers first while most of the family completely ignored her. “I hope you like roses.”
You showed her the bouquet in her hands, watching her aged eyes and tired smile with fondness and sympathy. Since you’d started working here nearly two years ago, you’d made a point about bringing flowers once a week for the poor woman. You’d also made it one of your goals to treat her like she was a woman still breathing and living, rather than the ghost her family made her out to be.
“You don’t need to bring her flowers,” Donna, the entitled omega with the stick up her ass, who was constantly correcting you, commented from the deep leather chair she was sitting on.
“Good morning, Mrs. Thrombey.” You rolled your eyes when your back was turned and stood straighter, making your way back toward the kitchens and the clatter of pans. You pushed the swinging door open and came into the sight of flour spilled on one of the counters, burnt sugar and the unmistakable stench of an alpha that had previously been in here.
“Oh God,” you groaned as you set the flowers down, “Hugh is here?”
“Yes,” Fran hissed, dropping a wet cloth onto the floor mess to clean it up, “he drove off two omega maids just last week after….”
“I don’t wanna know.” You sighed and set the flowers down to be put in a vase and taken up to ‘Nana’s room later, and then you grabbed a cloth to help Fran.
“Harlan is throwing another party, and all the little vultures have crawled out of their holes,” Fran took a dig at her employers, finding the same irritation with them as you had, only she was more justified in speaking her aggressions than you were. She was a beta, and if she were to hear talking shit about Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the worst she would get was a slap on the wrist. But you…
“Where’s my god damned drink?!” his voice carried through the kitchen door to the pair of you.
“I’ll take it.” You offered, saving Fran the headache of having to clean up this mess as well as deal with the arrogant alpha. “I have to go up anyway.”
“Y/N…” Fran warned, her hand reaching for your wrist, “Hugh is in a mood. Harlan talked to him again about the omega’s-“
“What else is new?” You shrugged and stepped away from the island in the kitchen and moved toward the liquor cabinet and the whiskey glasses.
“Thank you,” Fran exhaled as the cook came up from the dry storage in the basement, a new bag of flour in his arms.
“Curse this entire family,” He grumbled, setting the heavy bag down on the marble top.
“If only.” You poured the drink and dropped the ice cubes in, holding it tightly in your hand as you took your few deep breaths. They calmed themselves and then left the kitchen for the chaos unfolding in the front sitting room. You saw Hugh sitting by the window, his fingers drumming against the wooden side tabletop.
You ignored everyone you could and moved toward him, set the drink down and spun on your heels, moving toward the safety of the stairs. You were halfway up when he called for your attention in the most condescending way.
“Omega,” He spoke gruffly, “I’m talking to you.”
“She has a name, Ransom.” Meg, one of the more reasonable and friendly Thrombey’s, spoke in your defence, “You could use it.”
You ignored him, you wouldn’t look back at him even though he was classically alpha, and despite your best efforts to be as lineally different as other omega’s who would’ve shuddered and compelled themselves to listen to the potent alpha, you wouldn’t allow yourself to.
“Don’t walk away from me.” He was after you to tear you a new one, and you could hear his heavy footsteps coming from behind you.
“I don’t work for you,” you state, your heart pounding as it always did when you were around Hugh Drysdale. You never knew what he was going to do or what foulness he would exude upon the poor omega’s he thought were at his disposal.
“What the hell did you just say to me?” He sneered, his scent changing to reflect his anger. He wanted you to stop, and you started jogging up the steps to get closer to Harlan and the safety his study provided.
“I don’t work for you, Hugh.” You got to to the top of the stairs and felt his hand grazing the sleeve of your sweater. You sidestepped him and hurried to the study, with his long strides bringing him too close to you.
“You will, you little omega bitch. When I get my inheritance, you’ll be working for me.” He slammed his hand against the study door. The power behind his fist and the scent that was being exuded from him, his anger rolling off him in waves, was enough to make you want to bow your head and crater.
“Well,” you pushed his arm off the door and pushed it open, slipping inside, “that will be the day that hell finally breaks loose.”
You slammed the door in his face and turned the lock, still sensing his powerful scent and his raging irritation radiating through the door. You felt Hugh just as quickly as you felt Harlan in his study, and only his presence had provided comfort instead of making you feel as if your skin was going to melt from your face from the weight of his stare alone.
“Your grandson,” you frowned and rested your forehead against the door, “is a menace.”
“Which grandson are you talking about?” Harlan spoke with delight from his chaise near the small wooden game board with the ‘GO’ pieces arranged.
“Both,” you turned around and moved toward the cabinet built into the wall that held your medical bag, “Hugh is a menace.”
“He was raised to believe that he could have anything he wanted without having to work for it.” Harlan tilts his head, watched you grab your medical bag and his pain medication within. “He doesn’t know the value of hard work.”
“He’s not the only one,” you reached into the leather bag and grabbed the needles you’d need and the vials of torridol and morphine, “most people look for the easy way out.”
“Have you finished paying off your student loans?” Harlan questioned you, despite the answer being the same as it was last week.
“The answer is still the same, Harlan.” You smiled small, pushing the head of the needle into this bottle of the torridol, filling the syringe with as much as you needed. “And while we’re at it, no, I haven’t found an alpha. No, I haven’t stopped using my suppressants. Yes, you will beat me at Go because you cheat-‘
“I have never cheated at Go.” Harlan denied the claim, naturally.
“Sure. And I suppose there are random and brief earthquakes in your study that would cause the Go board to fall.” You pulled a face and shook your head.
“I’m making an announcement tomorrow, and I want you to be there.” Harlan drew your attention away from your task of giving him the medication, which was already pre-measured.
“An announcement?” You raised an eyebrow, switching from one need to the next.
“About my will-“
“Harlan Thrombey, you are not dying.” You scolded him.
“I want to see my assets taken care of by someone who will appreciate them.” He hadn’t batted an eye when you pulled the needle out and stored it away in a biohazard bag before placing the medications back in your bag. “Will you be here?”
“You are not dying, Harlan Thrombey.” You reinforced your statement. “But if you are going to choose someone to appreciate your assets, I’d choose Meg.”
“Meg?” He pondered, “why Meg?”
“Meg seems the most redeemable. The most normal. She’s in university; even though Walt calls her an ultra-feminist, she is the most grounded of them all.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Meg seems like she would be the least likely to ruin your reputation.”
“Unlike Ransom, you mean,” Harlan laughed under his breath and wandered to the game board.
“Hugh would waste your money on women and booze and fancy cars.” You sat on the floor, crossed-legged in front of the board. “Walt would turn your books into cheesy crime movies played on Netflix, Linda….”
You took a pause, hesitating to speak about them further.
“Don’t shut down on me now, Y/N.” Harlan placed a piece, followed by your own.
“Meg has the most hope. She has the best chance to live with such great wealth while being appreciative of it.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Or I could be wrong. Maybe she would be worst.”
“Your faith in Meg is refreshing, Y/N.” Harlan placed another piece, trying to block yours. “Meg is young and sheltered; she hasn’t known struggle.”
“And Linda received a million-dollar incentive from you to start her business.” You added, taking his invitation to be bold in your statements.
“Perhaps I was too generous. Perhaps I should’ve let them make it on their own.” Harlan held his piece in his hand, turning it over with his fingers. “Had I ruined them?”
“I think,” you blocked off his piece, “you should stop feeling guilty for what they chose to do with their lives. You gave them what they needed to succeed, and they tainted it themselves. Just because you have money doesn’t mean you need to give up your ability to speak with kindness and be generous with others.”
Harlan hummed, studying the board before he laid his piece down, cutting you off and winning the game.
“You let me win,” he quipped when you grabbed the piece after he celebrated his win.
“Kindness,” you countered, “can be as simple as letting a man who thinks he’s dying to win a game of ‘GO.’”
“You’ll come tomorrow, Y/N. I need you to hear the will.” Harlan tapped the edge of the board.
“Of course, Harlan.” You put the pieces back in the drawstring bag. “I can’t wait to see what grand plan you have.”
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mypoisonedvine · 5 months ago
ransom a/b/o drabble/headcanon?
ransom was an alpha’s alpha.  everything a stereotypical alpha ought to be.
aggressive, strong, possessive, cocky...
unfortunately he was also everything an omega would want in an alpha, except maybe for ‘nice,’ and ‘faithful.’
well, unfortunately for you, because you were attracted to him.  not unfortunate for him because he seemed to enjoy the endless line of omegas willing to hook up with him even when he was adamant he didn’t want a mate.
some of them seemed to be truly okay with that.  others were clearly hoping that he’d change his mind and stay with them forever.
but you were going to stay far, far away from him.  no sir, no one night stands for you.  especially not with a guy like that.
but fuck, he smelled so goddamn good when he walked by, he looked so goddamn good...
you needed to dash to the bathroom before you did something you were going to regret.
you fled the party and hid in the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you tried to catch your breath.  were you having an early heat?  or were you just that turned on?
you should’ve known that a locked door was no challenge for an alpha that had picked up an omega’s scent.  he kicked it open and found you inside, shivering and whimpering.
“baby, you alright?” he purred, wrapping his arms around you.  “smells like you need some help.”
“not from you,” you sneered, though his deep voice sent shivers up your spine.
“don’t be mean, sweetheart, I’m gonna take care of you,” he promised as he easily lifted you up onto the countertop, kissing your neck hungrily.
his hands were everywhere, but yours were stuck clinging onto his broad shoulders, moaning unashamedly now as you felt slick gathering at your entrance.
“I’ve never wanted to bite someone this bad before,” he admitted suddenly.
“d-don’t,” you stammered.
“I won’t, I just... you’re very tempting,” he explained.  “I like the idea of having you all to myself.”
“just fuck me,” you sighed.
“yeah?  want my knot?” he taunted proudly.
“please...”
“you’re on birth control right?” he asked, but spoke again before you could answer.  “ah fuck it, I don’t care.  I wouldn’t mind knockin’ you up anyways, you’d look good round and full for me.”
you choked, hardly believing what you were hearing.
“now spread those legs and show me how bad you want it, omega.”
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syntheticavenger · 2 months ago
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Forever and Ever More - Part Fourteen
Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader
Warnings: 18+. Language, dub-con due to Alpha commands, unprotected sex, breeding kink, I’ll tag dub-con due to Ransom being in rut, Ransom’s emotions (what. a. warning.)
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Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen
Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
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When the door closes behind you, Ransom leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s trying to keep it together. You can tell by how he’s trying to steady his breathing. Another shirt ruined by sweat, Ransom’s muscular frame a clear outline as the material sticks to his chest.
“Is this how you want to play your game?” he asks you, his hair slightly falling over his forehead that creases slightly with his frown. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
“Because that’s your job, right?” you respond, his eyes now half-mast. You know he’s trying to scent you without taking a step toward you. “Alphas love commanding us. It’s in your nature, right?”
“This isn’t about me. This is about you leaving.”
“Which I told you I was going to do,” you point out, his hands falling at his sides.
“And you conveniently left out that you were staying at another Alpha’s place.  Your place is with me. In our bed.”
Our bed.
The simple word makes your heart flutter. For someone not good with emotion, that little sentence almost sends you spiraling. But you remember how you got here, how you were once free and without the mark that he’s currently staring at.
“Come here.”
His voice leaves zero room for you to try to fight the command, your footsteps heading toward him as he smirks.
You reach him, his scent strong enough to make your mouth water. It’s your Alpha and the biological response is strong, your hindbrain registering that he wants to mate. The look in his eyes, the way his pupils are blown wide, means it’s more than just mating. The pheromones you inhale make your thighs clench, the bond more open than ever before.
If jealousy was the reason for his anger then his answer is simple.
He wants to breed you.
How better for an Alpha to leave more than his mark on you than for you to bear his child – the evidence of your union on display.
That would make him happy. You feel it in the depths of your gut, the way your core tightens at the thought. It doesn’t make sense for Ransom. He hates children, you’ve seen it with your own two eyes. But rut doesn’t differentiate. Biology takes over and it’s a mantra that continues on until his rut is over.
“Apologize,” Ransom tells you, sweeping a hand behind your head. He kisses you, hard enough for you to feel it, lips parting with a wet pop when he breaks away from you.
“No,” you answer, pushing away from his chest. “I won’t.”
There is nothing for you to apologize for. This bond is something you didn’t ask for but you know that you’d be lost without it. A sense of Stockholm Syndrome in the worst of ways that you wouldn’t want any other way when you shake your head at him before you brush your lips against his neck.
The sound that comes from his parted lips makes your core hum, strangled in sound but thick with emotion. But you didn’t forget what you told him before you got inside this hotel suite.
Even if he looks like he wants to devour you.
“All I can smell is you, Ransom,” you continue, pulling away as his hands grip into fists. Those hands that had lifted moments prior to when you’d scented him. “You said it yourself. You want me on your knot. Making that sound when you hit that spot just right. You’re in pain. I can feel it.”
Sweat trickles down his brow, chest heaving heavier with every deep breath. He could rip you to shreds in this state or bend you in an unholy angle to knot you without warning.
Time is all you have left.
When you pull down the first strap of your dress, he inhales sharply, eyes watching your hands as you pull down the other.
“Start talking,” you remind him of your vow before you stepped inside. “Tell me why I should keep going.”
His shirt is off in a flash, falling to the floor in a heap when you tug down your dress.
“Because you’re mine,” Ransom answers, pushing himself off from the door, taking a step toward you. “Bonded.”
“You could have bonded anyone.”
“But I didn’t,” Ransom snaps. “I picked you.”
You take two more steps, looking behind your shoulder at the open door to the bedroom.
“Why?”
When you finally pull down your dress, letting it pool around your feet, his stare is hot enough to make you tremble.
“You didn’t need me. At that bar, you didn’t give me a second thought until I cornered you.”
“Because I didn’t want you.”
“And look where you are now,” Ransom observes, baring his teeth when you slip your hand behind your back to unclasp your bra. “About to be on my knot.”
When it falls to the floor, Ransom reaches for you but you move just enough so he misses.
“No more games,” he demands, stopping short of a command.
“This has never been a game, Ransom. This is my life and yours. You didn’t follow me all the way out here just because of Austin. You know it as well as I do. You followed me for a different reason.”
“Because you should have stayed home.”
The backs of your knees hit the bed, sinking down on the mattress before you scoot backward. He follows suit, knees dipping down onto the bed, pants slowly coming undone with a simple movement of his hand. He’s hard and you know it’s taking every ounce of control for him not to break.
“You mean where I belong.”
Ransom pants when you hook your fingers under the material of your lace panties, looking him in the eye.
“You need this. Without me, you’re in trouble and you know it. Even if you tried to hurt me in the process.”
“I didn’t,” Ransom stammers, his hands on either side of your hips. “I couldn’t.”
“But you still tried.”
It’s emotional, you know it by the way your lip trembles uncontrollably. The thought of him with someone else hurts and Ransom leans down, kissing you again, his forehead dropping against yours.
“Please,” he murmurs, eyes closed with his long lashes on display. “I need it.”
“Need what?”
He doesn’t move but you feel the bond, storming amid the hard clench of his jaw.
“Y-You,” he pleads, voice wavering with something that you aren’t sure how to describe.
Desperation. Adoration.
Love.
You’re slick and slippery when Ransom’s hands pull down on your panties, ripping them in pieces by the force of his hand. His control is nearly gone, his upper lip twitching as you see his canines glistening in the low light.
“Mine,” he growls, his voice guttural and deeper than before. “To fill you up and breed you like I should have earlier. Gonna stuff you full of me.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to argue, lips crushing yours as his tongue takes possession of your mouth. The bond is open, probably the most expansive it ever will be and tears spring in your eyes. There’s no time for foreplay, not when he’s this full blown.
Your thighs are spread apart before Ransom drives home, a keen slipping from your lips to his own. It doesn’t feel like real, the way he sinks deep inside you. Your fingers card through his hair, hoping you’ll sink into him and meld into one entire being.
His nose bumps against yours, eyes still closed as his body trembles. He’s waited too long and his body is trying to regulate the hormones that are flowing.
“I… need you,” Ransom pants against your mouth, eyes closing when he moves again, eliciting a whimper from you.
Your hindbrain knows that this is where you need to be, fingers pressing against his scalp before they travel down to his back, inhaling his scent that makes you lick your lips with need. He knows just where to move, your back arching slightly when he grits his teeth.
With every ounce of your strength, you put your weight on him, straddling him as he looks up at you in awe, sweat glistening on his body, your hands on his chest. You’re still full of him, head falling back against your shoulders when he grips your hips.
“Please,” Ransom whispers, his fingers making small circles on your skin. “Please.”
When you lean back, the sound you hear isn’t your own moan.
It’s Ransom, loud enough for you to lean back, your hand on his thigh to steady yourself. You can’t breathe at the sight of him, nearly coming undone because of you.
When his knot pops, your lips tighten at the sensation, stifling back a cry. It feels good, the bond wrapping you up in security and familiarity, even if your heart is breaking in the best way at the sight of your Alpha’s stare when you rock your hips to meet his thrusts.
“Gonna fill you up,” Ransom pants, his hands keeping you in place as you feel warmth spill up inside you, easing the pressure you’d felt earlier. “Give you a baby.”
It’s the rut speaking. You know this.
But there’s a little kernel of truth in his words and you lean down to kiss him, gripping his face with both hands as you pull away gently.
“Do you love me?” you ask quietly, body racked with exertion. “Do you, Ransom?”
His eyes open, jaw clenching tight for a moment as you feel the bond changing. The shadows return as he clenches his jaw, flipping you over when you’re on your stomach.
Your fingers grip the sheets as he fucks his knot into you harder, taking it as you fight back tears. It isn’t out of pain but that you saw it – felt it – to know it to be true.
He got his wish. You’re on his knot, keening into the sheets and pillow, lost to his rut as he continues at a brutal pace, biting down on your mark. It reaffirms the bond, the possessive flowing through the influence.
Maybe he’s punishing you for asking. You aren’t sure.
When he comes a second time, you follow suit, choking back a sob before he hovers above you, brushing his lips against the back of your neck. You foolishly hope for him to at least kiss you, apply the sweetest bit of pressure to keep you together.
It never comes.
When his knot goes down, you’re still drowsy, eyes barely open before he pulls out of you slowly, a soft noise emitting from his throat before you feel the mattress dip again as he lies down, pulling you toward him.
The bond is still in shadows, swirling with indecisiveness before you hear him fall asleep, his breathing even.
When it’s safe to do so, you move out from under his grasp, padding to the bathroom to get cleaned up. You give him a final glance before you close the door behind you.
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The leather seats are warmed when you sit down, Austin’s hand on the gear shift.
“Where are we going?” he asks, pulling away from the curb as the sound of the click of your seatbelt hangs in the air.
“I don’t know,” you answer, staring up at the hotel. “Anywhere.”
“I can do that,” Austin promises, reaching out for your hand. “Tank full of gas. You be the navigator.”
You try to smile, your hindbrain on high alert. This isn’t your Alpha. The one that you want is fast asleep for the time being until the distance will rouse him.
By then, you hope, you’ll be long gone.
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imaginedreamwrite · a month ago
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Alpha, May I?
Part 6
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Word spread like fire wildfire in a drought that Hugh Ransom Drysdale had already fucked up the first date. The news that the inheritance and the Thrombey/Drysdale’s last hope was in Ransom, and he was failing, had reached the ears of his entire family.
And on a Friday morning following the date, they arrived at the mansion. The mix of alpha’s and beta’s entered the house without giving notice, without announcing themselves, to speak to Ransom.
“You little shit,” his father was first.
“Father.”
“You had one job, Ransom!” His father stormed into the sitting room, wagging his finger back and forth. “One job, and that was to fuck the little bitch-“
“Don’t call her that!” Meg snapped, following his father. “Omega’s deserve more respect-“
“Shut the fuck up, Meg!” Walt was the third to stumble into the sitting room with the thump of his cane on the carpet. “This all comes down to you, Ransom.”
“No pressure, right?” He drummed his fingers against the armrests of the chair he was sitting on, watching the rest of his family stumbling into the sitting room, each with their additives. “Brought the whole family, huh? Some intervention?”
“Ransom,” his mother sat in the chair adjacent to his, “what happened? If you tell us, maybe we can fix it?”
“His unique brand of trust fund playboy bullshit wasn’t enough to sway an omega,” Meg sneered as she moved around the back of the couch to the patterned front, “who could be surprised?”
“Hey Meg,” Ransom leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, “would you do me a little favour and get fucked? Might settle your bitchiness out.”
“Screw you, asshole!” Meg figuratively bared her teeth and fired back.
“Ransom!” His mother yelled, drawing his attention back to her. “What happened?”
Ransom tilted his head and smirked before shrugging with his hands. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to tell them?
“The omega’s hot. And she has a history of dating little asshole beta’s.” Ransom answered less than truthfully, but he gave them the answer he wanted.
“Your omega ditched you for a beta?” Walt asked with a laugh, “little fucker.”
“You can’t screw this up, Ransom!” His father slammed his open hand on one of the side tables. “This is our inheritance, you little prat.”
“I don’t remember grandad leaving the money in your name.” Ransom crossed his left leg over his right and watched his face contort in anger, the furrowing of his brow and the curling of his lips into a sneer.
“Ransom,” his mother attempted a soft approach, only to quit before she even started when the rather obnoxious creaking of the stairs was heard.
You made your appearance at the bottom of the stairs to his entire selfish and twisted family. You were caught between Ransom and his family, metaphorically.
They were staring at you, all at once and with curiosity and anger. They’d blame Ransom just as much as you for not making this work. Only if Ransom failed, they lost their last chance for everything.
“Y/N-“ Linda starts again, attempting to reach out to you.
“I am not talking about this; I have an appointment.” You turned on your heel and strode to the kitchen, leaving Ransom among the thick of his twisted, money-hungry family.
“Listen to me, you little shit, you haven’t done one good thing for this family, and now if your chance to prove yourself.” Walt lifted his cane and moved it toward Ransom’s chest, choosing to remain ignorant to the look he was giving his uncle.
“Is it the little bitch?” Donna clenched her hands. “You know omega’s are only right in their head when they’re-“
“You would know, Donna.” Ransom points his finger toward her, his eyes narrowed. “Your husband has a lot of experience with young omega’s, doesn’t he?”
“You’re out of your mind, Ransom!” Walter stuttered and stumbled over his words while his wife looked horrified. “You are an imbecile! You are a cocksucker who doesn’t have the skills-“
Ransom rolled his eyes and drummed his fingers against the arm, listening to his family berate him. The routine was relatively simple; they would rant and rave about their problems, blame them on him, as he was the ‘black sheep, and quite often they made him out to be the scapegoat.
“You are going to cost us everything.”
“Our entire fortune relies on you, ya little trust fund prick.”
His entire family were hypocrites. His whole family was so driven to control the money his grandad had left you, had left him; they were ignoring their faults.
“You’re useless.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“You’re nothing but a little shit.”
“Ransom…” your voice cut through all the shit. You were standing on the edge of the kitchen, your hands on your hips and your eyes burning into his.
He lowered his right hand from where it was tucked under his chin and watched you as you moved toward him. His family had once again parted, watching you with thinly veiled interest.
“Omega.” He spoke gruffly, his chest vibrating with each beat of his words.
He would never give you the satisfaction of telling you, but damn, were you beautiful.
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“I thought you were leaving.” The cook chimed, studying you as you stared intently at the exit of the kitchen. “The back door is waiting for you.”
“I hate this family.” You grumbled and threw your bag on the floor. “Every one of them is little assholes.”
“Where are you going, Y/N?” The cook asked with interest and amusement. “I thought you had an appointment.”
“Who the hell says that stuff to their kid?” You asked yourself as you stepped closer to the exit of the kitchen.
“Are you going to defend him?” He asked, moving a large stockpot from the floor to the counter. “You’re going to defend Hugh Ransom Drysdale?”
“No one deserves to be told they’re useless. No one deserves to be told they’re pathetic.”
“Not even Hugh?”
There was a tightening in your belly. The thought of Ransom being spoken to as a child pissed you off. You were already aggravated by them being here, but then they had to try snd get into your business.
“No one gets to call Ransom a little shit,” you rolled your shoulders back, “except me. That’s my right, fuckers.”
You raised your head and took a slow, deep breath. You took the first step toward the exit of the kitchen and waited, trying not to show how assaulted you were by the mixing of their natural scents and their perfume and cologne, all of which was burning your nose.
“Ransom…” All eyes were on you. But the only pair of eyes you cared about was Ransom’s.
“Omega.”
You stepped over the threshold for the kitchen and began walking toward him. Your heart was ready to jump out of your chest, and your hands shook with each step you took, but you had to do this.
They couldn’t screw with Ransom. Not anymore. You weren’t going to let them.
“I have an appointment,” you took your time; you walked with purpose, knowing that his eyes were glued to you and the rest of his family wasn’t sure what to expect, “but before I go….”
You stood before him and then slid one hand up to his shoulder to his cheek. You brushed your thumb across his cheek, and then you slowly straddled his waist.
Your eyes were locked as you sank into his lap. Ransom’s hands fell naturally to your hips as he pulled up closer. With one hand on his cheek, you placed the other on his chest.
“I had a perfect time last night, Ransom.” You leaned in closer, brushing the tip of your nose against his, your bottom lip grazing his.
His hands moved from your hips to the curve of your ass, shamelessly squeezing your flesh through your jeans. Before he let you kiss him, he turned his head and drugged his nose along the side of your neck, inhaling your scent. His teeth grazed your skin; the growl that left his lips was possessive. He could’ve marked you there, in front of his whole family. Instead, he moved your head back by his fingers under your chin, your noses touching again.
“I’ll miss you.” You closed the slight distance there was and finally made contact between his lips and yours.
The moment you kissed, Ransom shifted under you and grazed his quickly growing hard-on against your core. His chest rumbled as he made a noise of pleasure when your scent assaulted him, and he yours.
His thick and heavy scent wrapped around you like a blanket, giving you a sense of ease that could only come from an alpha. Despite how irritating he was and the reputation he had for screwing any and every omega he could and being a rich prick, Hugh Ransom Drysdale was one of the most attractive alpha’s you had ever seen.
You could feel his build beneath your hand, even though his sweater. You could feel the complex plane of his chest and the heat radiating from his body to yours.
After you needed to breathe, you pulled away and brushed your lips against the shell of his ear. “If you touch my ass again, I’ll cut off your dick and feed it to you.”
You pulled away and tapped his cheek twice before you got off his lap and righted yourself. You turned and walked back the way you came, smirking at the silence that filled the room.
“You have nothing to worry about, father,” Ransom smirked, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Everything will be just fine.”
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mypoisonedvine · 4 months ago
Did I hear fluff?👀👀👀 hehe okay how about from the prompt list, 🍣- "Come here baby" with 2.Biting + 16. Breeding with anyone that first comes to mind?❤️❤️ thanks bb💕
also hope your 2nd shot is not too sore 😘
making the prompts fluffy, I fully support this 🙏🙏 and why not add a little extra spice by making it with alpha!ransom?
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“Come here, baby,” he cooed, curling his finger.
“Yes, Alpha,” you whispered, crawling on your hands and knees until you were between his spread legs.
“You know how much I miss that mouth,” he smirked, “but we don’t have time for that tonight.  I need to be inside you-- I need to come inside you.  So come sit on my lap.”
“Yes, Alpha,” you answered, knowing that minding your manners would get you a long way with him.  You stood up, hearing the bell on your collar jingle, and straddled your legs with his on the couch.  “Is this what you want, Alpha?”
“Yes; good job, baby,” he cooed, slipping a finger under your collar to pull you closer until his breath was hot on your neck.  “What if I wanted to bite you, huh?”
Your breath caught in your chest: you didn’t know if you guys were ‘there’ yet, serious enough to make a commitment like that.  Not that you didn’t want to be.  “You can do whatever you like with me, Alpha,” you mumbled.
“And what if I want to breed you, pretty little Omega?”
You swallowed; you definitely hadn’t realized you were there yet.  But you wanted it so much you could hardly breathe.  “Yours, Alpha,” you shivered.  He smiled against your neck, just barely nipping you with his teeth because of course he had to be a tease about everything, even something as important as that.
“You know I love you, right?” he whispered against your skin.
“Yes,” you hummed, “I love you too.”
“And you know I’m serious?  You know this is what I really want?”
“What exactly is what you really want?” you wondered aloud.
“You.  Us.   A family,” he enumerated as you felt your chest warm from his words.  “Want my mark on you instead of this collar-- want something you can’t take off.  And I want my baby growing in you... if you’ll take me.”
“Of course,” you answered, perhaps a little too fast, looking down at his face.  “That’s all I ever wanted.”
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syntheticavenger · 2 months ago
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Forever and Ever More - Part Fifteen
Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader
Warnings: 18+. Language, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, violence (fighting) Ransom’s emotions (what. a. warning.), dub-con due to Omega dynamics, spanking, threats of violence.
I love comments and re-blogs!
Word Count: 3.5K
moodboard by the talented @titaniumstark​ | divider by @royallyprincesslilly​
Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen
Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
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Ransom feels it before he opens his eyes. It looks on the horizon, under his eyelids that are in deep reds and black. An undercurrent that belies the false narrative of him in this bed.
The ache makes him reach out, hand smoothing over where you should be, right next to him when he realizes it’s empty.
When his eyes snap open, sweat beads his brow. He calls out your name but he knows you aren’t there. That sense of longing that makes him nearly come undone makes him stumble out of bed, looking for any sign of you that would give him a timeline if you are coming back or not.
But the bond doesn’t lie.
You aren’t coming back. In a hard pant, he pulls on his clothes, his rage building with every single minute as the deep growl in his chest rises.
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“Austin,” you call out, head spinning. “Pull over. Please.”
At the sight of your face, the car pulls off to the side and you scramble to get out of the car, the seatbelt hitting the side of the door loudly.
You gulp mouthfuls of air, closing your eyes at the thought of Ransom. Every time you close your eyes, all you can think of is him.
Austin’s hand touches your shoulder and you retch at his touch.
“Jesus,” Austin mutters at the sight of you on your hands and knees as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Never seen a bond that strong.”
You wipe away the tears that have gathered in your eyes, your head down in defeat. You can’t go back. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how the bond tells you that he needs you or that he’s searching for you.
Perhaps that hurts more.
“Are you okay?” Austin asks, watching you sit on the ground, still trying to inhale deep breaths.
“I’ll be fine,” you manage to say, a cool breeze skating across your forehead. “It’s Ransom.”
“Do you wanna go back?”
Your heart clenches at the thought of it, your hindbrain practically shrieking to return to him. Going back would only mean more of him denying what you know to be true, even if he shut you out. With a sigh, you force yourself to stand.
“No.”
Austin’s phone vibrates in his pocket as he pulls it out of his pocket, smirking at the screen before he silences it.
“Everything okay?”
“Sure thing,” Austin responds, leading you back to the chair at the small of your back, a small wave of nausea creeping to the surface before you swallow it down. “Just Kelly checking in. She wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I can call her,” you offer, reaching for your phone in your purse.
Besides the missed calls from Ransom, it’s almost the same amount from Kelly as Austin clears his throat.
“She was worried about you earlier,” he admits, sliding into the driver’s seat. “I texted her and told her you were with me. You’re in good hands. Are you hungry?”
You aren’t, not with the strength of the bond still on your mind, fighting the influence that makes you curl your fingers around the door handle.
“Sure,” you lie, Austin’s smile returning.
“There’s a little place I know a few miles from here. Hang on tight.”
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“Mr. D-Drysdale,” the front desk clerk says, his voice thin with Ransom’s hand wrapped around his neck. “I can look at the cameras. Give me… give me a few minutes. Please.”
Ransom lets him up as he sputters, coughing with a look of terror in his eyes at the large Alpha who bares his teeth at him.
“Now, Beta,” Ransom growls, grabbing him by the back of his suit jacket. “Show me where the monitors are.”
It’s useless to call for Security, even though the new Omega at the desk had called for them. Alphas in rut are bad enough but an Alpha without its mate means keeping a wide path.
Especially when it’s a Drysdale.
“S-Sure,” the clerk murmurs, scurrying toward the surveillance room, his shoes scraping as he tries to hurry with Ransom behind him. “Do you have an idea of what time she disappeared?”
“I was asleep, you idiot. If I knew that, I wouldn’t be looking at the surveillance cameras, now would I?” Ransom snaps, agitation continuing to course through his veins. The hormones that rage out of control makes Ransom all but rip the door from its hinges as the clerk slips in before him.
The clerk knows better than to waste time, heading to the camera feed from the night before. It’s a gamble, knowing the Alpha behind him could potentially rip him apart, especially with the rawness of separation that makes him even more unstable.
The clerk finds the feed, rewinding back until Ransom spies you and him heading up to the suite. He leans down, eyes focusing on you.
“Forward,” Ransom demands.
The clerk gives a nervous nod before he cycles through, stopping at what appears to be you leaving the elevator.
Ransom all but takes control of the feed, blue eyes narrowing as he watches you in a determined stride, wiping your eyes before you straighten your shoulders, heading out the lobby.
“Where’s the cameras for your valet?”
The clerk hurriedly presses another button, selecting the time and date as a low growl rumbles in Ransom’s chest.
“Stryker,” Ransom snaps, his fist banging onto the desk as the clerk jumps.
Ransom seethes, blowing out a hard breath before he turns on his heels, dialing your number. He doesn’t care if it goes to voicemail. In fact, the minute he gets sent to your inbox, he continues charging through the hotel, pushing past the guards that let him go past, the small Omega at the front desk counter reminding him that he will need to pay for the damage he’s done to his suite.
“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we, Omega? That nice little bite mark you have on your neck? That’s a claim. Which means you belong to me. You wanna leave me during my rut? That’s fine,” Ransom pants, heading toward his car. “We’ll see how much you like it when I find you and make you pay for it. You just wait.”
He tosses his phone into the passenger’s seat before he takes off, intent on finding you. The bond is too raw, flashes of your cries inside his head as he grips the steering wheel.
You miss him.
“Shit,” Ransom mutters with a shake of his head, trying to control the trembling of his hands. “I’m coming.”
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You push around the scrambled eggs on your plate, your french toast still half eaten. You know you should try to eat something but all you can think about is Ransom and you’re exhausted from the night prior and driving until morning with Austin. In this small family owned diner, Austin’s like a second son to them, a waitress coming by and refilling your coffee twice as she chats with you both.
“Didn’t realize you had an Omega,” she jokes, winking at you as you drop your fork to the plate.
“Oh, no, it’s not like that,” you rush to explain as Austin laughs.
“She’s getting it removed,” he speaks up.
“Wow,” the waitress says with wide eyes. “You’re so brave. I heard it’s painful. You poor thing. I’ll be right back. I’ll bring you something nice to finish off your breakfast with.”
When the waitress is out of earshot, you glare at Austin.
“Austin, I’m not getting my mark removed,” you answer. “It’s a part of me.”
Austin scoffs, taking a sip of his coffee as he looks over at you with his dark brown eyes.
“Oh, come on. Kelly told me everything. How he saw you at the bar, decided you’d be his and he bonded you by force. You can’t even see it. That’s Stockholm Syndrome if I ever saw it.”
Hearing him talk about your Alpha ignites your temper.
“You don’t know what happened,” you try to explain, Austin rolling his eyes before he places down the cup.
“I don’t? I know that Hugh Ransom Drysdale is a rich little playboy that only mated you because he was not going to get any of that trust fund money that his dear old gramps was planning to give him if he didn’t bond an Omega. And suddenly, here you are, bite mark on your neck and he’s looking for you. Coincidence? I don’t think so.”
“Take it back,” you whisper, tears welling in your eyes. “Austin, that’s not true.”
“It is,” he fires back, leaning back in his chair with a defeated sigh. “I thought you knew. I figured that’s why you went on this girl’s trip to get away from him for a while.”
“I was,” you begin as he holds up his hand.
“And you didn’t think anything of it when Harlan was trying to be nice to you?” Austin says with a dark smirk. “Doesn’t matter if it’s a Thrombey or a Drysdale. They may be rich but they come from bad stock. Look at his mother. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
At his words, you press a napkin to your eyes, trying to maintain some sort of composure. You don’t want it to be true. Ransom had made it clear that he had picked you and you only. If he was after money, you were certain that he would pick someone with a social standing more parallel to his own, rather than yours.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Austin apologizes, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “It’s Kelly. Let me take this outside.”
When he answers the call, his voice is low but you understand it.
“I said I’d call you when I was done. I said relax.”
It’s an Alpha command and you watch him head outside, head swimming with his words and what he’s telling Kelly outside.
He’s known her longer than you but even as you down the last of your coffee, you can’t help but wonder what is going on. His insistence that Ransom bonded you to keep his inheritance makes you dizzy. You don’t want to believe it. Not after what you’ve felt.
The waitress returns, placing a big slice of apple pie in front of you.
“Always helps me when I’m about to do something drastic,” she says with a soft smile. “Enjoy.”
The pie nearly melts in your mouth, the buttery, flaky crust amid the sweet and cinnamon of the apples when you take a bite. Oddly enough, it makes you think of Linda and if she’s ever baked anything in her entire life before your thoughts go to Ransom. It’s silly but you wonder if his mother ever bought brownies or cake to school like your mother used to. You already make a promise to yourself that you’ll do the same for your children when you shake off the thought.
Ransom and children don’t mix.
Austin breaks your concentration when he sits back down, brushing a hand through his hair.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he mutters. “She’s just a lot right now. Don’t know what’s gotten into her.”
You blink at his comment, trying to understand what he means. Kelly has always been the levelheaded one of your group. The minute you make a mental note to call her, Austin cocks his head to the side as he looks at you.
“My offer is still on the table,” he reminds you. “I care about you. You wouldn’t have to pay me back.”
“I can’t,” you reply. “I understand how it looks.”
“It looks like an Omega still submitting to her Alpha. You didn’t get a choice, remember?”
“I know that,” you snap, pushing your plate away from the table. “That doesn’t mean that I didn’t accept it.”
“How can you accept it? Are you listening to yourself? He’s an Alpha spoiled playboy who thinks with his knot. Unless it has to do with his money, he’s only interested in himself.”
“I need some air,” you tell him, your chair pushing back with a slight squeak when you finally head outside.
Pacing doesn’t help, not with how much you want to call Ransom despite your better judgment.
And when you dial the number, he picks up on the first ring.
“Where are you?” he demands, your eyes filling with tears at the sound of his voice.
“Tell me the truth first,” you counter, trying not to cry. It isn’t fair that you miss him this much. “Did you… did you bond me so you could keep your inheritance money?”
The silence at the other end makes you sob.
“God, Ransom,” you whimper, wiping your eyes. “It’s all true, isn’t it? Everything he said… you really did it.”
“Where are you?”
“Like I’m telling you,” you scoff sadly. “Don’t try to find me. I know what I felt. Even if you don’t believe it. I know what I feel and you’ll never actually change, will you?”
You want to hurt him as much as he’s hurt you.
“I asked you a question,” you remind him. “But you won’t answer it. I should know better. If you’re looking for me, it’s too late. And you know what? Maybe you’re right, Ransom. Maybe you can find another Omega, one who will do whatever you ask. Someone prettier and more manageable, right? I’ll get this bond removed and you’ll be free to do whatever you want. I’m sure you’ve got enough Omegas in the wings that you’ll still get to keep your money.”
The hang up should have been satisfying but it isn’t, your eyes squeezing shut as you clutch your phone, silencing his call before you turn it off.
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Ransom stares at his phone, anger and something resembling guilt wash over him before he places the phone on the passenger seat, the wheels squealing against the pavement as he heads in your direction. He didn’t have to track your phone. Not when he could track Austin’s car.
He’ll rip Austin in two with his bare hands. Maybe, he thinks, he’ll do it right after he reaffirms your bond and fucks you over the hood of his Beemer. But as much as the thought cheers him up, he ignores the heaviness in his chest as he blows past a red light, giving a middle finger salute to a timid honk behind him.
There are two things in the world that Ransom could give two shits about. One is his car.
The other is you.
It used to be in that order. But now he isn’t so sure.
His head pounds at the thought of you removing the bond. It’s painful, he knows this much, hearing Meg talk about it at a family dinner while he was barely listening, too busy looking at one of her friends that he later knotted in a guest bedroom. Even the thought of it now makes him sick, inhaling sharply as he rolls down the window to get some air.
It doesn’t take long for him to get to the diner, watching you pace back and forth as Austin heads down the steps. His blood boils at the sight of him, Ransom seeing red when he gets out of the car, calling out for Austin as you turn around, mouth dropping open.
“Too late, Drysdale,” Austin informs him. “I told her the truth. She doesn’t want to see you anymore.”
“That’s too fucking bad. She’s mine, remember?”
“Was that before or after Harlan threatened to disown you?” Austin fires back.
“Before you decided to take what was mine.”
“She won’t be yours for long.”
Something in Austin’s tone makes Ransom snap, charging at Austin as before the first punch lands right at Austin’s jaw.
“Ransom!” you squeak, rushing up to him to try to pull him off. “Stop!”
He grabs you by the arm, hard enough to get his message across but gentle as he pushes you behind him.
“Go to the car,” Ransom commands, flecks of Austin’s blood on his shirt and knuckles. Austin staggers back for a moment, only to get his footing back. “I said, now.”
You’ve never seen an Alpha fight before. Trading blows back and forth, your instinct to comfort Ransom strong when he shakes off a punch. Compared to Austin, Ransom is still raw muscle and all fight, still hopped up on his rut when Austin finally backs off, sporting a black eye and various cuts and bruises when he stumbles back onto the ground.
All you can see is Ransom’s broad back before he sneers at Austin. Alpha posturing but it’s a sign that Austin lost.
You don’t say anything when Ransom sits in the car. You’re shaking with anger, sadness and more emotion than you know what to do with.
“Don’t,” Ransom orders, throwing the car into drive.
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“When were you going to tell me the truth?” you finally ask after a long silence. “Or were you ever?”
“I’m not talking about this,” Ransom answers sharply. “You don’t get to ask me a goddamn thing when you were trying to remove our bond.”
“Because it was based on a lie,” you remind him. “You couldn’t be honest and tell me the truth. God forbid you don’t keep up appearances.”
“It wasn’t based on a lie!” Ransom argues, the veins in his neck rising to the surface. “You think you know so much about me. When in reality, you don’t know shit.”
“Stop the car,” you demand, unbuckling your seatbelt as he shakes his head.
“I’m not stopping. You being pissed off at me doesn’t mean a damn thing. You tried to leave me.”
“Because you don’t…”
You cover your face with your hands.
“I hate you, Ransom,” you finish, tears rolling down your cheeks.
The car squeals to a stop on the side of the road, Ransom’s hard pants the only thing you can hear. You didn’t forget he was still in rut, his hands fisting the steering wheel.
“Say it again,” he warns you. “I want to hear your lie clearly.”
When you don’t answer, he gets out of the car, coming around to your side of the car, pulling you out and walking you toward the trunk. Ransom holds you down by the back of your neck as you whimper, your dress pulled up as he whispers harshly in your ear as your hands are splayed down on the trunk as his body covers yours.
“You thought you could leave me,” he growls, ignoring your fearful chirp. “Go ahead, say it again how much you hate me. You want to push me? I’ll show you how far I can go.”
A slap on your ass makes you yelp in pain, slick already coating your thighs since you’d scented him in the diner.
“You hate me? Tell me how much,” Ransom grounds out against your ear. “Let me hear every vile thing I’ve done. How much you don’t want this.”
His hand pulls down your underwear roughly, his fingers slipping up inside you as you let out a soft keen.
“Because you do,” he continues, his teeth grazing against your earlobe as you shiver. “Stuffing this pretty little tight cunt with my fingers and knot because you need this. As much as I need you. But it’s more than that. Building your nests for me, making sure I like them. Isn’t that right, Omega?”
“Stop it,” you cry, breath halting with every movement of his fingers, close to the edge as he continues to open you up. “You don’t need me.”
Your lips tremble when he pulls his fingers out of you when you hear the soft hum of his zipper. You’re lying to yourself and you know it. You need him, especially now when the bond is open once more, overwhelming you as you close your eyes at his body caging over yours.
“I do,” he answers, pushing up inside you as you bite down on your lip. “I like how you take me so well, nice and tight, making those little sounds that only I can pull from you.”
“R-Ransom,” you whimper, feeling him reach the hilt of you, his thrusts shallow enough to drive you mad.
“I need you,” Ransom begins, pausing for a moment as the bond overtakes you, a low sob pulling from your throat. “You know you feel it, don’t you? Because you’ve known it since before I fucking did. I love you.”
His fingers pull your face toward him as he thrusts harder inside you, kissing you to swallow the moan from your lips as tears fall, Ransom breaking the kiss only to find his mark, biting down once more as he fucks you harder against the trunk, still half feral with a hint of kindness under the surface as he laps at your broken skin.
With the bond blown wide, his influence washes over you. Fear of the unknown, anger and relief thread between the emotion that continues to build inside you. It’s the love he wouldn’t allow you to see - only to feel - now still replaying in your mind when you come apart, his knot locking you both together as his dips his head against yours, sweat still dotting his brow as your temples touch.
“And if you think I’m finished with Austin for touching what was mine and what he’s done,” Ransom mutters, slapping your ass. “You’re mistaken.”
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Alpha, May I?
Part 10
** **
“How does it feel?” Harlan asked of the mark on your neck, the healed bite that forever sealed you to Hugh Ransom Drysdale.
It was healed now and hadn’t looked as bumped as raised as it once had. It appeared like it was a tattoo inked onto your neck, flush against your skin as if it had always been there.
“That shows care,” Harlan told you once you commented on it, “Ransom was careful when he bit you.”
You had hummed in response, brushing your fingers against the mark. You’d felt warmth beneath your fingertips and a pleasant buzzing that tingled.
“Ransom is speaking to a lawyer,” you chimed, sitting across from Harlan on one of the bistro sets on the patio, “it appears that Donna and Richard, Joni too, are trying to press charges. For what Ransom did to Walt.”
“What about what Walt did to you?” Harlan countered, writing a note on one of his pads to his left.
“Do you approve? Of your grandson?” You asked, looking at Harlan with some hesitancy. It was his son against his grandson.
It was his son who was so money and power-hungry that he had tried to have you split part, ripped apart by ravenous alphas for the sake of his inheritance. That was a crime, according to the Omega Law, which you had no idea was even a thing.
“He did what any good alpha would have done.” Harlan stopped writing for a minute, looking you over with the same tenderness he always had. “And I am proud of him.”
“Really? Even if it happened to your son?” You we’re incredulous, taken back by the apparent defence of one and the conviction of the other.
“He finally has something good in his life. Ransom has someone in his life who can show him the kind of affection he has been starved of. I wasn’t lying when I said that you were the best thing for Ransom.”
“And what about my insecurities? What about the things I need in a relationship?” You frowned, your hand stilling on the chess piece you were playing with.
“You’re worried about Ransom.”
“Why shouldn’t I be? What if he’s playing me? What if he’s playing us all? How do I know Ransom is genuine? He’s brilliant, Harlan. And crafty. If he found a way to act like a doting alpha only to secure his future, then where does that leave me?”
Your voice shook, and tears sprung to your eyes. You hastily wiped your tears as you tried to catch your breath. You had seen first hand what a loveless marriage had done, what it could create.
Your parents had once been in love, but after they mated, the fire died. They only kept together because of you. When you were old enough to notice, you saw the cracks. Your father was a cheater; your mother was a closet drinker.
“I’m scared, Harlan.” Your bottom lips quaked as hot tears rolled down your cheeks and neck. “I’m scared of losing my heart to him and him breaking it.”
“Y/N-“
“I don’t want him to break my heart.” You clutched the front of your shirt with your right hand, balling it in your palm.
“You’ve already lost yourself to Ransom, haven’t you?” Harlan reached out and squeezed your hand, offering you as much comfort as he could.
“I love him. I fell too fast, too hard.” You shook your head and exhaled slowly. “I love him, and I don’t think he can love me back.”
“Ransom didn’t get much love in his childhood. He wasn’t shown how to love.”
“Your wife loved him.”
“It takes more than the love of a grandparent to save a young boy.” Harlan sighed and leaned back against his chair, his hand tucked under his chin. “I think I’d ruined them.”
“They had a choice, Harlan. You can choose to be cruel. You can choose not to love someone.” You countered, defending him once more. “They had a choice-“
“And so does Ransom.” Harlan squeezed your hand once more. “You can be so afraid of what you don’t know, of what you haven’t experienced, that you try and sabotage yourself. Or you stick to something familiar. Even if it causes you pain.”
Full of wisdom like he usually was, Harlan had shut down your arguments. He had made you wallow in silence, heeding his advice while you were dealing with your unkempt fear.
You loved Ransom. You love Ransom, as whole tendencies and all.
You’d never loved another man like you love Ransom.
You’d never found yourself so drawn to anyone like you were to him.
“Ransom is new to showing and receiving love. You need to take your time, be prepared for the slip-ups.” Harlan offered you another slip of comfort. “But if I had to take my best guess, I would say that Ransom is far more taken by you than you think.”
** **
Ransom knew it was late when he came back, and the mansion was quiet, oddly still. He knew it was late, and he knew that he was out later than he said he should’ve been. He felt his heart drop into his stomach when he felt and picked up on that off-kilter twinge to your scent.
He took the stairs two at a time, driven by a sense of panic, instinctual and primal when he heard the soft mutter of your voice. Ransom was propelled forward, increasingly so, until he entered your shared bedroom and saw the bed a mess.
“I can’t get it right,” you were sitting on the floor with your knees pulled up to your chest, your eyes red and puffy from crying.
“What are you doing?”
You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, your sniffle skewed by the snot dripping from your nose. The spikes in your scent were altering him to the blatant fact that you weren’t just upset, but instead, you seemed to be devastated. There was something wrong with you; there was something tainted.
“I’m trying to fix it!” You screeched at him, waving to the mess on the bed. “I can’t get it right!”
Ransom shuffled closer, crouching in front of you. He acted on instincts alone, letting that primal part of him take the lead because otherwise, he would be clueless.
He didn’t take care of omega’s. He usually screwed them and sent them on their way.
But you weren’t just any ordinary omega. He has claimed you. You were his. Even without his bite, without his mark, you were his.
And he was yours.
“Y/N-“
“I’m trying to nest, asshole!” You cursed at him through a slew of tears and another run of clear snot from your nose. “And I can’t get it right, and if I can’t get it right-“
“Nest?” Ransom’s eyebrows furrowed.
“A nest before heat!” You snapped. “I need to nest before I go into heat!”
“I thought you just had-“
You hung your head in your hands and started crying again; the sounds of your distress were eating at him. He was your alpha, for shit’s sake, and he was sitting there letting you be visibly and physically upset.
“Nest before the heat,” he mumbled before he stood and started ripping the blankets from the floor to pile them on the bed.
His actions had captured your attention. He knew from the quick stop of your tears and the lowering of your hands. He knew he caught your attention from the shift in your scent and the shuffling of your body as you rose to your knees.
“What are you doing?” You hiccuped.
“Nest-ing.” Ransom frowned, his lips pursed. “I’m building a…” he stopped and looked at the mess of blankets on the bed, displeasure rolling off him in waves.
“You can’t nest,” you pushed yourself to stand, “nesting is an omega’s thing.”
You reached for the blanket he was holding and gently tugged on it, pulling it out of his grip. You crumpled it up and threw it back on the floor, as you did with every blanket but one. You fussed with it, throwing it across the bed, so it was sideways, the most extended parts hanging off the bed.
“I’m helping you get it right.” He states so blatantly; there was no room for arguments. He said it, and it was true. “Hand me the blue one-“
“No.” You cut him off.
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t nest; you don’t tell me which one is next. If you want to help, you do what I tell you.” You bent down and reached for a blanket.
“Fine,” ransom rolled his eyes, “we’ll do it your way.”
He blanched when you picked up the blue blanket, the one he wanted, with this bit of self-satisfied smirk on your face.
“You think you’re funny?” He quipped, a building smirk on his face as he grabbed the edges and pulled it over to his side.
“I’m in charge of the nest.” When you were satisfied with the blanket across the bed, you clambered into the mattress and hooked a sheet to the headboard with some hidden tacks in a small bag by your hip. You draped them across the wood, attaching one side to a hook on the chandelier, creating a drape that would block out the world. It would make this little cove that would block out all the shit going on outside the room.
“Help me,” you throw an edge to him.
“Here?” He asked gruffly, both irritated and peaceably calm about the whole nesting project.
“To the left,” you rolled your eyes, “the other left.”
“Do you want it here or not?” Ransom snapped.
“If you’re going to be a grump, then don’t help at all,” you jumped down from the bed to grab another sheet to make the other side of the cove.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry. I’m….”
“Did I hear you right? Did the great Hugh Ransom Drysdale utter the words ‘I’m sorry and mean it sincerely?” You took a jab at him, yet he didn’t respond.
He was too occupied looking at the nest forming, the great cove that he wished he could dive into. It wasn’t anything he had seen before, and it was filled with your scent and his scent; it was filled with endearing comfort that was beckoning them closer.
“It’s not perfect,” you grumbled, adding another sheet for the ‘roof’ and then a slew of pillows tossed into the interior, “it needs….”
Ransom watched you turn from the nest. He watched you live in his closet, throwing open the doors. He watched you reach into his clothes, his designer clothes until you found his favourite scarf. You ripped it from the hangar and wrapped it around your neck, inhaling his scent.
He felt a visceral reaction, almost a purr of sorts when he saw you wrapped in his clothes. He felt boastful, prideful. He felt like preening, like showboating the fact that you chose his clothes; you were wearing something of his.
“You want the sweater?” He strode toward you, offering up his favourite white cable knit, that same visceral purr escaping him when you snatched it and immediately pulled it over your head.
You didn’t hesitate then to jump into the nest and wiggle yourself under the top blanket. You nudged your cheek against his pillow and sighed wistfully. “It’s finally perfect.”
Ransom felt it then. He thought it is bubbling in his chest, the words on the top of his tongue.
He felt it hit him like a lead weight to the centre of his chest, and he couldn’t hold it back.
“I love you.”
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Alpha, May I?
Part 8
A/N: SMUT and depictions of violence. Be warned.
** **
It was clear that the Thrombey/Drsydales couldn’t do anything in small measures. Even a 4th of July
Party, an event that could’ve been kept simple and easy, was extravagant and over complicated. The party, which was put in the contract to help bring you and Ransom together, was the first party you were expected to attend together.
Up until this point, all your time spent together was either at the mansion eating dinner together, relatively awkwardly despite what had already conspired between you two, or that dive bar where Jake worked.
After the initial bump and Ransom being made well aware that Jake had his stable relationship, the two of you went back more than once.
Maybe Ransom liked the ease of being in a place that wasn’t uptight and rigid; perhaps he liked the atmosphere that freed him in the sense of letting him take a load off.
But this would be the first official big party. This was one of Thrombey/Drysdale’s most significant events of the year, and while Linda was hosting, it wouldn’t have been entirely exclusive. The whole ‘clan’ of rich vultures would be there.
“Keep your wits about you,” Harlan had warned you, “you think they were ruthless before? This is a perfect storm.”
“What are you talking about?” The two of you discussed the party over his favourite game in his study while you were taking the allotted time between dealing out his medicine.
“The perfect storm,” Harlan repeats himself, “alcohol which Walt will dive into, a busy crowd of alpha’s, beta’s and omega’s, and the desperation that comes from a family who are about to lose everything.”
“You think they’ll do something?” You asked from your spot on the floor with your left leg bent and your arm resting against your knee. Your right leg was extended by the gameboard and the table it was resting on.
“I know they will,” Harlan warned, “the time is closing in. If they are to win the game, that will determine their future-“
Harlan made his point by bending one of the collapsible legs of the table, sending the game board and the pieces to the floor with a softened clatter
“-they will try and cut you off by the knees.” Harlan’s warning had been adequate; it had made you shudder involuntarily while goosebumps rose to your skin.
“I don’t want you to be drinking at that party, Y/N.” he was an old alpha, seen more than most, experienced a great lifetime, yet he still had that ability to command the room.
Command you.
“Drinking will affect your ability to see what’s coming.”
“Harlan, you don’t think-“
“Don’t drink. Stick to water or virgin cocktails. Every drop of alcohol in your body will leave you susceptible to them. I mean it.” Harlan was looking out for you; you know he was.
He knew what your best interests were before even you did. Although you still didn’t understand why or how Ransom Drysdale was the best choice for you, you respected his decision.
Harlan was an alpha who never did you wrong.
This is why, when he insisted again that you don’t touch alcohol, that you stay sober for the party, you complied.
You promised him.
** **
The mansion Linda and Richard lived in was decorated with Edison outdoor lights hung around the long driveway; a series of cars parked outside were as expensive as the one in front of them or the one behind. It spoke to the wealth they had, the wealth they flaunted, as well as their guests. Everything from the entrance gates to the double doors leading to their home was immaculate and perfection at its finest. It made you already want to turn and leave.
It made you want to immediately hail the cab you’d taken and go back to the safety of Harlan’s mansion that, not that you would admit it without some liquid courage, started to feel like your and Ransom’s place.
You wanted to leave, yet they were waiting for you. The clan of life-sucking assholes who only cared when they needed to, the bastards who had the chance, every chance, to make something of themselves and ended up screwing themselves over.
The only one who had created something for herself was Linda. When you had it all, if you got it all, Linda would be the one who could survive on her own.
The rest were dying fish gasping for air.
“Y/N!” Jodi was the first to greet you, the first to wave her hand in the air when she saw you approaching.
As you passed by the vehicles, you caught the sight of Ransom’s parked along the side of the road. You walked past his Beemer, and that alone had your stomach flipping over the end. You didn’t have feelings for Ransom; you couldn’t have. He was a ‘Grade A’ asshole. You couldn’t have feelings for the arrogant alpha.
“Look at you! You look ah-mazing!” Jodi pulled you into a hug, her scent tainted by her perfume and the alcohol she was already diving into. “I love that dress.”
When she pulled out of the hug, she kept her hands on your bare arms and leaned in, her eyes staring deep into yours. Her greying blonde hair was curled as it usually was, with a few of those curls skewed. She was hunting for husband number 2, now that her prospects were drying up, due to you being willed everything.
“You are so beautiful; you know that?” She spoke condescendingly. “Ransom is so lucky.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t show up with Ransom, Y/N.” Walt’s lips turned into a half-smile, his fingers wrapped tightly around the cane that helped him move. “Trouble in paradise..?”
“I was working late.”
“Working late, huh?” Walt continued.
“Yep,” you stepped out of their circle, “work. I know that word must be foreign to you, but it means physical or mental labour to earn money—something you haven’t had to do in a while.
You turned your back to them and entered the mansion, following the flow of people as they moved throughout the entrance and the mansion layout to the back gardens.
You stepped down that first stone step and searched the crowds for Ransom. Your eyes bounced from person to person, seeking and searching for the alpha you were supposed to be here with. While you were searching, you heard footsteps following you, coming up from behind you.
“You’re so funny!” Jodi’s shrieky laugh irritated your ears, made you wince. “Would you like a drink, Y/N? My treat.”
She winked and looped arms with you.
“No. I’m not drinking.” You denied her, and the claim came almost immediately after.
“You’re not pregnant, are you? God! Could you imagine Ransom being a father?” Joni scoffed before she laughed derisively.
You felt your patience dissolve instantly. You were sick of how they treated Ransom, of how they looked down on him despite being problematic themselves. It pissed you off to no end, the hypocritical bitches.
“No, I’m not pregnant.” You glared at her, your voice taking a defensive turn. “Ransom would be a fantastic father, by the way. I mean, at this point, he’d even be a better mother than you are, Joni.”
You pushed her arm off of you and skipped down the rest of the steps, weaving in and out of the crowd looking for Ransom. You hadn’t seen him yet; you knew he was here. His Beemer was here; he called you when he arrived to let you know his entire family pissed him off the moment he arrived.
He was here somewhere.
“You little bitch-!” A startled gasp left your lips when you felt a hand wrap around your arm, the twisted and enraged face of Walt hanging over you.
“Get off me!” You pulled at him, attempting to get yourself out of his grip, yet despite your best efforts and his limp, he as a beta was still strong enough to jolt you, throw you around if he wanted to.
You were being drug behind him, almost unable to keep up with him as he pulled you back into the mansion through a side door and then up the stairs to a study. He slammed the door and clicked the lock, leaving you standing by the desk and him blocking the only exit.
“You think you’re smart? You think you’re witty, you little whore?” He took a rather aggressive turn for a beta, an angry streak from desperation to hold onto something significant like the publishing house.
“I think I get by.” You were strong; Harlan said you were an alpha in an omega’s clothing, yet at this moment, you were scared.
You were scared, and all you wanted was Ransom.
You could act as challenging as you wanted, but now that you were locked in a room with a beta that was on the verge of unleashing his anger out on you, you were genuinely terrified. You wanted the man who was both your alpha and not your alpha.
“You gave us no choice, Y/N.” Walt came closer, a needle in his hand, a clear liquid inside that you knew, in the deepest part of your soul, would not fare well for you. “You could’ve walked away.”
“Harlan chose me to get everything. You’re all acting like spoiled children.” You slipped your heels off and hooked them on your fingers, knowing that you could have used them to beat him off if needed.
“Spoiled? That is our inheritance!” He growled, a feral sound ripping from his throat as he cut you off once and then again.
You were almost past him on the third attempt to getaway. You were practically free and clear until he used his cane and took you down by swinging the end against the back of your head. You fell to the wooden floor with a cry, your vision blurry as spots danced in front of your eyes. You were too dizzy to move, too disorientated to pick yourself up.
“You brought this on yourself,” he held you down and uncapped the needle before he slammed the sharp edge into your neck and pushed the plunger down, “you’re going to be deep in your heat soon. And with the amount of alpha’s hanging around….”
He stepped back and smirked as the drugs that would’ve countered your suppressants and triggered your heat were starting to set in. They were setting in too fast, and you were too busy trying to make the world stop spinning to cry for help.
“The world will have finally righted itself.”
** **
Blood coated his fingers dripped from his knuckles, and he still couldn’t stop. He had flown into a blind rage when he found you and that alpha.
Ransom had never felt so fucking pissed off before. He had never felt that instinctual rage surging through his body until he caught the shift in your scent as it carried throughout the mansion. He had been looking for you all night, and all night he had been kept away by his father, by his aunt.
And then he found you. He saw you cowering in a corner, your eyes wide and your scent thick and dense, in the throes of heat while two alpha’s were trying to get to you.
Ransom ripped the first apart, or at least he beat him to a bloody, unconscious mess. And the second…
He dropped his body to the floor and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the mess in his mother’s study incomparable and uneventfully droll compared to you cowering in the corner, your right hand between your legs and your left hand grasping at your breast.
“Alpha…” You crooned, too far gone to return to your normal state. You were thick in your heat, desperate to feel him. There was only one way out now, and while Ransom was a little shit and a little asshole, he had ignored his want of you until this point.
But now…
He lifts you from the floor, his thick arms holding you in his embrace before he moved toward the chaise in the room. He set you down and placed his hands upon your dress, and ripped the red silk clean in two. His darkening blue eyes were roaming your naked flesh; his lips ruptured in a smirk when you reached for his hand and shoved it between your legs.
“Please…” He should’ve turned away, but he couldn’t leave you like this. You wouldn’t get any better without feeling an alpha’s knot, and God forbid anyone else look at you. “Ransom…”
You moaned; you whined and ground yourself against his fingers. He spread your legs and used the hand that was already resting against your pussy, to stroke your swollen, slick-covered pussy lips. Your head was thrown back, and your hands were gripping the chaise fabric, your back arched. You moaned his name; you whined and cried for him.
“Omega,” he hovered above you, his lips attached to your neck where he would place his mark, “are you sure?”
“Fuck me.” You cried. “Please…I can’t take the heat. Please…”
He pulled away and fumbled with the black belt around his hips. He popped the button of his suit pants and unzipped his fly, keeping his eyes locked on you.
Your scent was coming in waves; your scent was radiating. The smell of your slick was like a second drug to him, and he knew, he had to have known, that he would be driven into a rut just as you were forced into heat.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He grunts as he wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped twice, “I’m going to fuck the heat out of you.”
He placed his knees on the sides of your legs, straddling you. Ransom lined the seeping head of his cock against your entrance and slowly started pushing this thick, veiny cock into your dripping, waiting heat. There was only one way out of this, and you knew that.
Even in your heat-filled craze, you knew how this would end.
You had a moment of clarity, a moment of sanity that allowed you to give genuine, concise consent.
“Ransom,” you squeezed his forearms, “you can’t stop. I know this isn’t…I want you to. We know how this will end. Don’t stop. I want this.”
“You need to say yes,” the head of his cock was dripping; your heat-driven lust would overtake the clarity and the sanity.
“I want this. I want you.” You moaned. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
You were gone again, your head thrown back when the tip of his dick was brushing against your swollen pussy lips. You moaned his name as a mantra while he slowly pushed his thick, heaving shaft into your tight cunt.
He hovered above you, one hand on your hip and the other gripping the back of the chaise. You shrieked when he snapped his hips and plunged his throbbing cock into your cunt, splitting you in two and stretching you farther than you had been before.
“Omega,” he growled against your lips, thrusting his cock in and out of you, “you want to be split open, don’t you?”
You cried your approval, your nails digging into his back, and you raised your hips, your slick dripping down his ballsack and thighs.
“Yes!” You screamed your approval. “God, yes!”
He pulled out and slammed back in, your body jerking roughly from the force, yet it was all you wanted at that moment. He bent down and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on your tit like a hungry infant, his saliva coating your goosebump flesh.
Every thrust, every angle change was driving you toward a peak you never thought you’d meet. You were nothing but a mess underneath him, a mix of pleasure sounds that was the soundtrack to your fucking.
He hasn’t even removed the alpha’s from the room, the bloodied and broken bodies of the men who tried to take you against your will. They were laying there motionless, and perhaps they wouldn’t rise again.
“Mark me,” you demanded, your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him locked in you.
“I’m gonna give you my knot first,” he mumbled against your tit, his hips snapping as he fucked you senselessly. “You want it, omega?”
You came against him, your body shaking and trembling as you reached your first peak. You knew Ransom wouldn’t be far behind. You knew by the swelling of his cock. You knew he was going to cum in you.
“Mark me!” You demanded again, only in this instance, he listened.
He latched onto your neck and part his lips. At the exact moment, as his seed started to shoot into your cunt, you felt him bite down. He bit into your neck and solidified your future together, adding that final nail in the coffin for his family.
You rode another orgasm that came after the bite, further squeezing his cock and creating another mess against his ballsack and thighs, your shared fluids dripping onto the chaise beneath you.
When he pulled his mouth away from your neck, he gave you tender affection that seemed so out of place for him. He kissed your forehead, grinding slowly and gently against you, loosening the last bits of his seed that would’ve spilled into you.
It was inevitable. You and Ransom were now mates. You were bound together.
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Alpha, May I?
Part Two
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The drive to the Thrombey mansion was slow going, and given all the vehicles parked outside, all the Thrombey/Drsydale’s had crawled out of their holes to be here. Including Hugh, with his shiny little beemer that looked like a tin can with the top skewed off.
With Hugh having his beemer, you recognized the mustang Joni insisted on driving, the SUV for Walt and his wife snd their little nazi son, and the Escalade Linda and her husband drove. The small cluster of vehicles was parked haphazardly as you parked near the grass. When you slid the automatic level from drive to park and had turned off your car and tucked the keys into your pocket, you exited your car. You stood by the driver’s side of the car and studied the family through the window in the mansion, watching them linger in their air of sophistication and high class that turned your nose and your stomach.
You had to take deep breaths and ease the slight souring of your stomach that told you something amiss was on the near horizon. Your senses as an omega were sharpened and heightened to the mixing of scents, the alpha’s and beta’s, that cling heavily in the air. They must’ve gotten here movements before you did, or maybe you were just hyper-aware of the fact that among them all, housekeepers alike, there were only two omega’s, and you were one of them.
Linda and Ransom were the only alpha’s. Jodi, Meg, Walt and his wife, and Linda’s husband were all beta’s.
Jacob was a little shit.
“Y/N!” Meg called your name from the front door, waving her hand for you to come over, “we’re waiting for you!”
You let go of your car door and crossed the grass, the small flat heels of your boots digging into the lawn as you walked from the safety of your car to the clutches of the vultures tucked in the mansion.
“Hey Meg,” you greet her before wiping your boots on the rug at the front entrance, “you didn’t have to wait.”
“Grandad insisted,” she closed the door behind you and brushed past you, her scent billeting past you as she moved into the living room nearest the front entrance. She joined her mom, but not before shooting a glare toward Jacob.
“Good morning, Y/N.” the polite and somewhat courteous greetings were standard, the blasé way they made an effort to make you feel seen without being seen.
“Do you have any idea why we’re here?” Walt stood and walked with his cane thudding against the carpet and the hardwood floor as he moved toward you. “Did he say anything..?”
He was an alpha, and yet his scent was burning your nose; it was aggravating. It was stale and acrid, and you didn’t want it anywhere near you. He was married, he was mated, yet his scent was…driving. It was as if he was no longer satisfied with what he had; there was a streak of selfishness that was tainting his scent.
“No,” you exhaled sharply, your insides twisting when Hugh’s eyes landed on you, “I hadn’t heard anything.”
You pressed yourself back against the wooden staircase, your fingers gripping the wood. Your fingertips were running along the grooves in the wood, your eyes cast to the side as Hugh studied you with the sole purpose of watching you squirm. You usually wouldn’t have been so bothered by him, by any of him, but there was too much going on. Their scents were spiking, all of them. Every one of them was radiating like a thick fog, and it was making your head spin.
But no more than Hugh’s. He was the alpha whose scent was coming through the fog; his scent was the most distinguished through the haze, through the mist that carried.
“We’re ready for you in here,” a man dressed in a fine suit stepped out from the hallway, directing your attention to one of the study’s, “he wants to see the omega first.”
All eyes were on you. All eyes were glued to you as you spun on your heels and stalked toward the office toward the comfort that Harlan extended. You enjoyed Harlan’s company, even his mother’s company was more suitable than the rest of them.
“Harlan,” you slipped into the office, ignoring the lawyers setting up their files on the desk, “this has to do with your grand plan?”
He smiled at you from his place on one of the armchairs. His leg was crossed over the other, and he waved you over to the matching set, wishing to have a conversation with you before everything began. You took his request and sat on the armchair, though you pulled your feet up and tucked them under yourself. You fiddled with the seam of your sweater, tucking it into your palm and squeezing.
“You seem nervous,” Harlan commented, judging by the way you were sitting and the tightness in your shoulders.
“You are brilliant, Harlan. You have a talent for writing crime novels and mysteries, and I’m never sure what to expect from you.” You smiled small, your stomach still wrapped in a tight coil. “But whatever you’re planning-“
“It will throw them all off their game,” Harlan nods his head, “it is about time it had. They’ve been comfortable for too long.”
His plan had to do with you. It had to do with one of the only omega’s in the room.
You were not a pushover. You were an omega, but you were not a pushover. You would not cower and cater to any alpha who looked your way for the sole purpose of having someone to fuck and finger before discarding to the wind.
You were an omega, but you were strong in your convictions and hadn’t allowed yourself to be toyed with by an alpha looking for a quick lay.
You dug your heels in and doubled down on your efforts to find a suppressant that would not only make your scent as an omega come across as unappealing but also suppress your heats and limit them to insignificance.
You were an omega who would not allow yourself to be bossed around by any ordinary alpha simply because they wanted to control you. You were an omega with a strong mind and a more robust constitution.
Harlan Thrombey called you alpha in omega’s clothing, an apparent compliment if you had ever heard one. As an alpha himself, who had married and mated with an omega like yourself, one who wasn’t part of the norm, he admired your tenacity and strength.
“You’ve got a kind heart, Y/N.” Harlan flourished his compliments of your nature, of your goodness, along with that fire that wasn’t so typical of your ‘class.’
“I like taking care of people who deserve it.” You clarified, giving him the medication he needed for the morning. “But I will not be some alpha’s plaything. My mother raised me to have more respect for myself.”
You supposed it was your fault then. You thought you had no one to blame but yourself for the events that pushed you toward the most significant problematic alpha you’d ever come across.
Maybe it was your stubbornness and your innate drive not to be saddled to an alpha who would treat you like a fuck toy that made Harlan do what he did.
“It’ll be good for you and good for Ransom.” He spoke in the late hours of the night before you left after completing your duties to him and his mother.
“What are you planning, Harlan?” You questioned with hesitancy, afraid of what his game plan was.
“My grandson needs to get his head out of his ass,” Harlan settled into his study, watching you gather your medical bag.
“Is that possible?” You joked. “Hugh has his head shoved so far up his ass; he’s become his own puppet master.”
Harlan was your friend and your employer. He wanted a friend, someone to talk to that hadn’t belonged to his leeching family. He had made a reputation for himself and built an empire that created a safety net for his family. In turn, they had become spoiled and entitled.
Jodi stole 400,000 from Harlan over four years.
Linda and her husband were living on Harlan’s dime while providing Hugh with an income without having to lift a finger.
His son was trying to defy his father’s wishes and expand his books into territories that Harlan was not pleased with.
They were all leeches, by Harlan’s own words, and he blamed himself. He wanted to give them tools to survive in the real world, and all he had done was make them entitled.
“Would you do me a favour, Y/N?” He asked that late night, his hand clutching yours with a burden, unspoken, weighing him down. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course, Harlan,” you thought of him as your family, as your surrogate grandfather, seeing as your own family had long since gone. “You’re my family.”
“You trust me?” He asked a second time; his persistence should’ve been a sign to dig deeper, “you know I have your best interests at hand-“
“Harlan,” you interrupted him, “I trust you. You’re one of the only alpha’s who hadn’t done me wrong. Of course, I trust you.”
“We’re ready for you all,” the announcement was made, and the Thrombey/Drysdale’s made their way into the study to hear the announcement.
You kept your eyes off of them; you’re kept your gaze set upon the studs that were hammered into the study chairs for decoration. You studied them; you ran your fingers over the detailing of the armchairs, ignoring the heated stare of Hugh. He was staring at you with this smirk on his face, and his blue eyes narrowed slightly. As the only omega in the room, he was trying to intimidate you with his presence, with his stare. If there weren’t so many different scents mixing in the room, the staleness and acridness of some that soured your stomach, and others that cut right through you, you would’ve cursed him out. You would’ve thrown your steely glare his way, but as it stood, you couldn’t have if you tried.
It was your fault; looking back at the warning signs you were given, you could’ve prevented this.
“Before we all get started, I would like to inform you that the reading of Harlan Thrombey’s Will has already been enacted into reality, is notarized and has gone through the lawful proceedings and will be immediate upon the last read word.” The lawyer spoke before he unfolded the letter.
The entire family was hopeful; you could see it in their eyes, in their eager stares. They were waiting for the news of their inheritance, of their rightful riches.
“This will be good for you,” Harlan mumbled, squeezing your hand, “you just need to trust me.”
“In the reading of the will created within the confines of the law, within sound mind, body, and soul, Harlan Thrombey-“ the lawyer took a pause and raised his head, his eyes zeroing in on Harlan, who gave him one quick nod.
“-Harlan Thrombey will therefore be awarding his publishing rights, the houses, his 60 million dollar fortune, the rights to all of his written works to….” There was a moment’s silence before he continued.
“…Y/N L/N…” the lawyer looked at you standing at the back of the room. “…and Ransom Drysdale under a set of circumstances surrounding a mating between the two parties, that if forfeited, will result in all assets and rights to fall to the rightful ownership under Y/N L/N. The act is immediate, and all possessions and rights upon the reading of the will, are henceforth and….”
Your head snapped up; your wide eyes landed on Harlan. Your breath caught in your throat, and the churning of your stomach became a torrential hurricane that pushed the acid of your stomach up into your throat.
“Are you out of your god damn mind?!” You felt his presence, his anger rolling off him in thick, dense waves. Ransom Drysdale, the alpha you would be bound to unless he is willing to lose his fortune.
“Do you trust me?” Harlan’s voice echoed in your head. “I have your best interests at hand-“
Ransom Drysdale was in your best interest?
You flew from the chair and hurried out of the room, your hand covering your mouth as the threat of getting physically sick was thrust upon you. You ripped the door open and stumbled out, your knees colliding with the stone path as you threw your head over the flower beds and eliminated your stomach contents into the leafy green and the vibrant petals. Your whole body shook as the acid crawled up your throat and emptied into the dirt and the grass.
“You little bitch-!” Walter, maybe Richard, cursed you.
“Back the hell off!” Meg screeched at them, rushing to your side to hold your hair back. “You’re okay? Are you okay?”
Harlan. Harlan Thrombey left everything to you.
Immediate possession of every right.
Hugh would only get his inheritance if you were mated.
To Hugh Ransom Drysdale, no less.
“He’s out of his god damn mind if he thinks we are going to sit here and let this happen!”
“Mom!” Meg whipped her head around with one hand smoothing down your back and the other holding your hair. “Grandad said it’s done. It’s gone through the courts. It’s legal.”
“Legal! Meg-“
“You’re okay, sweetheart.” Linda was to your right. “You’re going to be okay.”
You sensed them all except Hugh. He was gone.
He was gone with gravel spitting off his tires as his tin can Beemer sped out of the driveway.
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Alpha, May I?
Part Three
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The few days you got without the rest of the circle of vultures hanging over your head had ended the morning you got the call from the Thrombey residence with the apparent direction, on your day off, to come to the mansion to discuss and hash out details for the contract between you and Ransom, which was more of a set of conditions that if not met, would mean that you would receive everything and the Thrombey/Drysdale’s would be without a single stream of revenue.
Without them hanging around staring at you, or the very least whispering behind your back, you could go about your day working with Harlan and Wanetta, blissfully ignorant, albeit temporarily, about the whole situation you found yourself in.
You would’ve thought you’d have a chance to ask Harlan about why he did what he did, what reasons lay within his decisions. However, he wouldn’t let you ask. He wouldn’t even let you approach the subject. And if you pushed too hard, he would use ‘that’ tone of voice with you. He was the only alpha you allowed to use that distinct tone and only because you respected him. You thought of Harlan as your blood relative, your own dear family despite all your actual blood relatives being dead and gone.
Your peace had not led you to answers.
And worse than that, when you had arrived on your day off, your peace had ended further when you pulled up to the mansion and saw the hoarse of recognizable vehicles parked outside.
“I am not in the mood for this,” you hissed through clenched teeth, specifically seeing Ransom’s Beemer parked outside at an angle to aggravate anyone who saw him, “and I am not in the mood. For an arrogant alpha.”
You spied him through the window, swearing that you could smell his strong scent radiating through the brick snd mortar, through the panes of glass and trim, for the sole purpose of irritating you. His brown jacket, something from Burberry, you suspected since only the best was good enough for Ransom, and that dammed patterned scarf that, occasionally you wanted to strangle him with, draped around his jacket.
They were waiting for you. You could tell they were. They were hovering around the door like a bunch of ravenous wolves waiting for their next meal.
“God helps them,” you curled your lips and stomped your feet up the wooden steps, making a show about it as you storm into the house.
The moment you crossed the threshold, you were irritated by the mixing and mingling of scents. Walt’s, again, was aggravating. It was burning and pungent and acrid. There was something about him, something ugly about his scent that made your hair stand up on the back of your neck.
Your only, brief and disgustingly, relief was from Ransom. His scent, despite the man behind it being a little asshole, brought you sweet relief.
“Y/N-!” They were all there, ready to hound you.
You turned sharply and tried to stalk toward Harlan’s office, desperate for a safe space. “Y/n-“
Walt’s hand reached out, and he grabbed your arm.
“Don’t!” You whipped around and ripped his arm away from you. “Don’t you dare put your hand on me! I am tired, and I am hungry. My uterus feels like it is going to crawl up into my intestines to shrivel up and die, and I swear to God!-“
You seethed, figuratively baring his teeth with enough animosity to make Walt back up with his cane thudding against the carpet. “-if you put your hand on me again, I will snap it off and shove it so far up your ass, you’ll become your puppet.”
The room went silent, alpha’s and beta’s speechless and stunned. It was likely that they’d never come across an omega who wasn’t afraid to stand their ground. Maybe they hadn’t come across an omega who was willing to talk shit about a man north of wealth when you were not.
“Excuse me! That is my husband-“
“Yeah? Up yours too!” You whipped around and continued stalking away from the family, only stopping when his laugh, his deep baritone laugh, broke through the silence.
Ransom, at the very least, thought the entire moment was humorous despite the glares being pointed directly at you.
His laughter was genuine, it was thick, and it came when it was both needed and inappropriate.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Donna, Walt’s wife, sneered.
“She’s the omega with bigger balls than your husband.” Ransom’s statement was blatant and bold, and while you wished you had some snappy comeback, you hadn’t been given the time to say anything else.
“Y/N L/N, Ransom, we’re ready for you in the study.” The lawyer hired had popped his head out of the study and called for you both.
You exhaled sharply and turned away from their stares, from their overwhelming scents and entered the study. You stood just after the threshold and gazed at the scene before you.
The lawyers were set up at the large desk in the front; Harlan was sitting in one of three chairs with one on his left and one on his right. He was expecting you and Ransom.
“Move, omega.” A shoulder slammed into yours and as you almost fell over to the patterned carpet as the asshole of the century moved past you.
You glared stay the back of his head, your eyes narrowed. Your fingers flexed, and you instinctually ripped off your shoe and threw it at him, the toe of your shoe hitting him square in the back.
“Maybe next time, use your words, you arrogant asshole.” You sneered, striding toward him to grab your shoe. He was glaring at you, his jaw ticking and flexing as his nostrils flared.
“Listen, you little omega-“
“Sit down.” Harlan smacked his hand on the top of the desktop. “Now, Ransom!”
You trudged toward the chair and sat down upon the cushioned bottom. You rested your arms upon the rests and started bouncing your knee rapidly. You were hyper-aware of the change in his scent, of the deepening of his scent that came from anger. That change was pure alpha, it was purely basest at its core, and that spoke to you in some way as an omega.
You may not have held anything but disgust and dismay for Ransom Drysdale. However, his scent was affecting you as an omega. On your primal, most basic levels, Ransom was an alpha’s alpha, and you…you couldn’t be unaffected by his scent even if you were halfway between dead and alive.
“We’re here to discuss the conditions that will allow Hugh Ransom Drysdale to inherit his half of the assets willed to miss L/N.” The lawyer glanced from you to Harlan and finally to Ransom.
“One year,” Harlan spoke with a clear voice and a factual statement.
“A year?” Your head whipped around, your widened eyes boring into him. “Harlan! A year?!”
“One year to be mated and marked.” Harlan ignored your wide-eyed gaze and Ransom’s dirty look. “Otherwise, Ransom will forfeit everything, and it will rightfully go to Y/N.”
The lawyer made a note, ignoring the vicious low grumbling of Ransom, who was irrevocably trapped in a corner. He had no choice; he had no opinion but to concede lest he loses everything.
“And both parties will take residence in the mansion? That’s correct?” The lawyer was trying hard not to crumble under the deep-rooted and vicious stare of Ransom, and he was trying his hardest to keep his eyes forward.
“Harlan…”
“I know,” he looked at you first and then Ransom, “both of you. And the two of you won’t adhere to the conditions of the will without a fight. This will give you a chance to get to know each other-“
“What bullshit! You’re telling me that I’ll be cut off if I don’t fuck some single hopeless omega?!”
“Oh, by all means, jump off a cliff. Correction, please do the whole world a favour and drive your beemer off a cliff. The world would be better off without Hugh Ransom Drysdale.”
“She’s right,” Meg chimed from behind, the entire family watching the ordeal.
“Eat shit, Meg! You feminist-“
“Enough!” Harlan smacked his hand on the desk again. “The two of you will reside here! You will go on weekly dates, and if by the time the year is up you are not mated and marked, then my entire fortune will go to Y/N.”
“With the added details here, I think we’re ready to sign and submit the conditions to the courts for records and implement.” The lawyer set down one pen to reach for another. “With the official start date set at a week from now, I’ll have both parties sign-“
“I’m not signing that.” Ransom’s scent spiked; the increased peak was affecting you by churning your stomach. His scent was not as acrid and despicable as Walter’s, and you’d be remiss to admit it, but his scent was almost pleasant. If you could’ve come across his smell alone without the contemptible coating to go with it, a part of you may have liked it.
That reasoning could be applied to Ransom himself. If you had seen him in pictures without ever knowing him or hearing the bullshit that came out of his mouth, you would’ve been more susceptible to attraction. Physically speaking, Hugh Ransom Drysdale was an attractive alpha. He was wrong and foreboding, which said the basest need for omega’s to feel protected and safe. He was classically handsome, and his blue eyes would be mesmerizing on their own.
This is why so many omega’s fell to his trap. That’s why so many omega’s were drawn to the alpha who used them for a heat/rut cycle before ditching them.
Hugh Ransom Drysdale would be attractive. If he never opened his mouth.
“You sign that god damned contract, or I swear to God Ransom, I will break your kneecaps!” Walter hissed, his voice dredging on weak beta animosity.
“Up your ass!” Ransom rolled his eyes.
“Sign it, you little shit!” Richard inched closer to Ransom, his hand twitching as if he would smack him across the back of the head.
You reached for your contract and the pen that was handed to you. You uncapped the black pen and signed every little line you were supposed to, holding onto the promise that Harlan knew what he was doing and that, in a year, this would be good for you.
You trusted Harlan. He hadn’t let you down.
“One year,” the lawyer repeats the same information, though it was now being broadcast to everyone in the room, “to be mated and marked. Two dates a week, with the added attendance to the Drysdale’s annual Christmas party, New Year’s Eve party, the 4th of July party and…Halloween.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and mutter about the amount of time you’d have to spend together and your disbelief that Ransom would comply. Your resistance was only upheld due to the irritation radiating off Ransom, the way your excellent outward appearance was subtly making him irritated.
The lawyer grabbed the contracts when they were both signed, and with the agreement between the two of you, conspired by Harlan, the lawyer placed them on top of each other with a paper clip keeping them together. As they were set into his briefcase and the leather top was closed to the bottom with the brass clasp, he folded his hands and put them on the study desk.
“With that, we’ll end this meeting with a reminder that both parties are to be present in the mansion in a week. After which the first, contractually obligated date will henceforth commence on the Friday following.”
The contract would be notarized upon immediate return to the law office, submitted to the courts, and set in stone.
If Ransom broke the contract, forfeited in any way, the entire estate and fortune would be yours.
“You did a good thing, son.” Linda squeezed his shoulder, her fingers like talons.
“Who’s hungry?” Donna appeared bright and bubbly again, a transparent façade for the greed flashing in her eyes. “The help is making food.”
“The help? What the hell is wrong with you? They have names.” Meg scoffed, her arms crossed over her chest.
You stood and started walking from the room, leaving them all to discuss amongst themselves as if this was the magical solution they’d been waiting for. Like their entire universe was righted.
Meanwhile, it felt like your world was on the verge of collapsing.
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Alpha, May I?
Part four
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Ransom Drysdale was an alpha who would not settle. Ransom Drysdale was an alpha who used omega’s like disposable playthings because what else was there? A loveless relationship between alpha and omega that would end in one cheating on the other?
A few kids being popped out only to be regarded as troubled little snots later by their father? By their mother?
It wasn’t like he was unaware that his entire family thought he was a pariah. It wasn’t like he was oblivious and ignorant to his whole family, ironically, thinking that he was the black sheep.
Joni stole $400,000 from his grandad.
His uncle was raising a little nazi while pretending like he had a perfect family when in actuality, he was screwing beta whore’s in the cheap motel on the edge of town.
His father was cheating on his mother with multiple women.
Meg was a weed addict.
Donna was an uptight bitch whose nerves were fried from her paranoia.
But Ransom was the black sheep.
But it was Ransom who was the ultimate disappointment.
Why should he have cared about screwing different omega’s and tossing them aside? Why should he care about giving them brief hope?
Why should he want to settle down, mate and mark one omega? Commit to monogamy?
What good would that do?
Relationships like that were piss poor.
His grandad sensed a hole in him, a deeply rooted wound in his heart that was being pulled further apart, leaving him colder than he should’ve been.
His father was a cheater. His mother was a chain smoker and was so oblivious to it all.
His uncle was a pervert. His cousins were nazis and weed addicts. His aunt was a thief.
He had never been shown the proper way to love, the appropriate way to receive and give love.
He had been shown toxic and poisonous relationships that bled and sucked you dry.
Ransom didn’t want to do this.
He didn’t want to be with an omega who was strong-willed. He didn’t want to be with an omega who would eventually depend on him for protection and security.
He would only break you.
He would only destroy that fire, that bright addictive flame that made you stand out as a beacon of something good.
Like the rest of his family had done to him, Ransom would destroy you.
It was inevitable.
Everything good in his family eventually turned to ash and crumbled into destruction.
Nothing ‘good’ and ‘pure’ stayed with the Thrombey/Drysdale's. Everything eventually gave way; everything collapsed.
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His Beemer wasn’t there when you arrived, which brought you a sense of relief, as well as a sliver of disquietude. It was a matter of time before he came, before you and Ransom Drysdale would be sharing part of the same spaces, forced to date and commingle to appease Harlan, to secure an inheritance and to keep a promise to an old friend.
When you stepped in through the door of the mansion, you could make out the soft and sweet-sounding melody playing on one of the many record players in the estate, the sweet, crooning voice belonging to one of Harlan’s favourite old-timey singers.
You were generally alone, with very few other bodies there with you, other than the cooks, the housekeepers and the relief nurse. You were given a few days off to prepare, to move whatever you wished to bring with you. You didn’t have much you wanted to get, to pack, to hold on to.
You kept your photo albums and the few first edition books Harlan got you for your birthday a few years ago. You kept the last remnants you had of your mother, a necklace that’d been passed down from her grandmother to your grandmother to you to your mother.
You didn’t know where your father was buried, as he had abandoned your mother and yourself when you were 4. He died when you were 18, and you’d only been informed by an obituary that arrived in the mail.
Your mom died later that year, an omega who lived a short life without an alpha. She was the prince’s example of what an omega without a good alpha would fall into.
Sickness, broken-heartedness and death.
Everything else in your apartment you decided to sell and use to pay off your student loans, or at least make a dent in them. When you were left with clothes, memorabilia and heirlooms that would mean nothing to anyone else, you were ready to face your fate.
“Good morning, Mrs. Thrombey.” You greet Harlan’s mother with a kind word and an even kinder smile. “How are you feeling today?”
She was nearly deaf and was hard of sight, though she saw more than others realized. She was an older woman, and her age is what most of the family noticed. They had no idea that despite her age and her battle with her mind showing signs of potential starting to slip, Wanetta was still observant. She was still able to hold conversations; only most didn’t want to.
“She’s had her morning pills,” the relief nurse slipped by her, squeezing her shoulder lightly.
“I didn’t bring you flowers today, Mrs. Thrombey.” You adjusted the scarf around her neck and straightened the blanket on her lap. “I’m moving in today.”
“So is the devil,” the relief nurse mumbled.
“Ransom isn’t here yet.” You gave the nurse some ease before you slipped past them both to head to the kitchen.
“Those little snakes,” one of the cooks hissed as he slapped a big chunk of meat on the butcher block and slammed his butcher’s knife into the heart, “they’ve been back here every night at the same time to bother everyone who works here.”
“Really?” You reached for your usual coffee mug and poured yourself a cup, inhaling the robust and delicious scent of Columbia’s coffee.
“Trying to get to Hugh.” The cook rolled his eyes. “And you.”
“Of course,” you rolled your eyes as he had, and lift the edge of the cup to your bottom lip and blew lightly on the dark brew inside, “hyena’s.”
“Donna threatened to have the whole staff fired-“
“No one is losing their job,” you lowered the mug and frowned, your eyebrows furrowed, “Donna Thrombey doesn’t have the authority to fire anyone.”
“You do,” the cook raised his knife but not in a threatening manner, “and the entitled prick.”
“The entitled prick only has the authority if he complies,” you sipped on your coffee, the liquid gold delightful as it hit you almost immediately, “and I have my doubts.”
“We all do,” the cook kept up his task of cutting the meat, tossing it into a large stockpot when they were cut small enough.
“You don’t have to cook for me,” you leaned against the kitchen cupboards, “I can cook for myself. Ransom can eat dirt.”
The cook raised his head and locked eyes with you before lowering his head once again. He didn’t say anything, and the only sound in the kitchen was the sound of the knife hitting the butcher's block and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
“We’re relieved it’s all going to you, Y/N.” he finally spoke. “They don’t deserve a cent. They’re nothing but a bunch of assholes and bitches.”
You opened your mouth to speak, only to snap it shut when you heard the familiar rumble of the Beemer’s engines as it drew closer to the house. With a heavy sigh, you set your cup down and strolled through the kitchen to the front door, managing to stand just off to the left of it and out of the way as it slammed open.
Ransom stalked in, a light blue sweater and dark-fitting jeans replacing the Burberry coat and stupid scarf. His hair wasn’t slicked back as usual but was still styled messily.
“What is that smell?” He sneered, his eyes zeroing in on you. “May flowers?”
“May flowers?” You attempted to keep your cool as mere glimmers of your scent were detectable through your suppressants. “Where the hell did you get May flowers from..?”
Ransom’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned in, dangerously close to you. You didn’t step back; you didn’t look away from him. His blue eyes were scrutinizing your frame as he caught another small glimmer of your scent. His nostrils flared, and for a moment, his eyes flashed, some primordial alpha reaction to a smell he didn’t find revolting.
“Get away from me.” You snapped and pushed him back. “Personal space is wanted.”
He stepped away, the moment over and replaced with hatred. He turned his nose up at you and your scent, and you were hit with the sudden desire you smack him across the back of the head.
“Stay out of my way.” He pushed past you for the stairs. “I’m taking the big bedroom, by the way.”
“Of course, your majesty,” you growled, “you need somewhere to fit all that overcompensation.”
“Overcompensation?” He gripped the railing with enough strength to nearly crack the wood.
“Oh, I’m sorry, is there another explanation for why your only personality trait is your arrogance?” You bared your teeth.
“You little bitch-“ he stomped down a step, his eyes flashing again and his nostrils flaring, but his anger was fuelled by something else and not your attitude.
The wood cracked under his grip, his jaw clenched and his body rigid. He looked as if he was in pain as if he was being tortured by something unseen. And then, as quickly as it hit him, it was gone.
Vanishing like smoke through fingers.
“You’re so classy. It’s no wonder you’re still single into your ‘30’s.” You stepped backward, facing him as you moved. “Because I don’t know what omega wouldn’t want to be looped in with you. Entitled trust fund prick.”
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imaginedreamwrite · a month ago
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Alpha, May I?
Prologue
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You were not a pushover. You were an omega, but you were not a pushover. You would not cower and cater to any alpha who looked your way for the sole purpose of having someone to fuck and finger before discarding to the wind.
You were an omega, but you were strong in your convictions and hadn’t allowed yourself to be toyed with by an alpha looking for a quick lay.
You dug your heels in and doubled down on your efforts to find a suppressant that would not only make your scent as an omega come across as unappealing but also suppress your heats and limit them to insignificance.
You were an omega who would not allow yourself to be bossed around by any ordinary alpha simply because they wanted to control you. You were an omega with a strong mind and a more robust constitution.
Harlan Thrombey called you alpha in omega’s clothing, an apparent compliment if you had ever heard one. As an alpha himself, who had married and mated with an omega like yourself, one who wasn’t part of the norm, he admired your tenacity and strength.
“You’ve got a kind heart, Y/N.” Harlan flourished his compliments of your nature, of your goodness, along with that fire that wasn’t so typical of your ‘class.’
“I like taking care of people who deserve it.” You clarified, giving him the medication he needed for the morning. “But I will not be some alpha’s plaything. My mother raised me to have more respect for myself.”
You supposed it was your fault then. You thought you had no one to blame but yourself for the events that pushed you toward the most significant problematic alpha you’d ever come across.
Maybe it was your stubbornness and your innate drive not to be saddled to an alpha who would treat you like a fuck toy that made Harlan do what he did.
“It’ll be good for you and good for Ransom.” He spoke in the late hours of the night before you left after completing your duties to him and his mother.
“What are you planning, Harlan?” You questioned with hesitancy, afraid of what his game plan was.
“My grandson needs to get his head out of his ass,” Harlan settled into his study, watching you gather your medical bag.
“Is that possible?” You joked. “Hugh has his head shoved so far up his ass; he’s become his own puppet master.”
Harlan was your friend and your employer. He wanted a friend, someone to talk to that hadn’t belonged to his leeching family. He had made a reputation for himself and built an empire that created a safety net for his family. In turn, they had become spoiled and entitled.
Jodi stole 400,000 from Harlan over four years.
Linda and her husband were living on Harlan’s dime while providing Hugh with an income without having to lift a finger.
His son was trying to defy his father’s wishes and expand his books into territories that Harlan was not pleased with.
They were all leeches, by Harlan’s own words, and he blamed himself. He wanted to give them tools to survive in the real world, and all he had done was make them entitled.
“Would you do me a favour, Y/N?” He asked that late night, his hand clutching yours with a burden, unspoken, weighing him down. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course, Harlan,” you thought of him as your family, as your surrogate grandfather, seeing as your own family had long since gone. “You’re my family.”
“You trust me?” He asked a second time; his persistence should’ve been a sign to dig deeper, “you know I have your best interests at hand-“
“Harlan,” you interrupted him, “I trust you. You’re one of the only alpha’s who hadn’t done me wrong. Of course, I trust you.”
It was your fault; looking back at the warning signs you were given, you could’ve prevented this.
“Harlan Thrombey will therefore be awarding his publishing rights, the houses, his 60 million dollar fortune, the rights to all of his written works to….” The lawyer paused while the Thrombey/Drysdale’s looked on in hopefulness.
The lawyer was in a state of disbelief, while Harlan, your dear friend, looked proud.
“…Y/N L/N…” the lawyer looked at you standing at the back of the room. “…and Ransom Drysdale under a set of circumstances that will be forfeited if the contract is breached.”
“Are you out of your god damn mind?!” You felt his presence, his anger rolling off him in thick, dense waves. Ransom Drysdale, the alpha you would be bound to unless he is willing to lose his fortune.
“Do you trust me?” Harlen’s voice echoed in your head. “I have your best interests at hand-“
Ransom Drysdale was in your best interest?
It was your fault. You should have said no.
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imaginedreamwrite · 28 days ago
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Alpha, May I?
Part 9
A/N: Mentions of violence
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The morning came with a haze that lingered for a few moments before dissipating like fog. He was well aware of the body pressed against his own, just as he was aware of your fingers digging into his biceps and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You were holding onto him with all your willpower, and Ransom felt a rumble in his chest, an inevitable surge of possessiveness that made him squeeze you tighter.
You were his now. You were his omega, his light. You were this innate goodness that was infiltrating him, that was encapsulating the only hope he felt he had.
You were the only good in his life. Among all the shit snd the trauma, the lack of affection and love, there you were.
And you were his. You belonged to him, and he belonged to you.
He was a playboy, a trust fund prick. He was an asshole; he was a monster. Or at least that’s what he thought of himself
You showed him there was more; you showed him the throes and the pleasures of domesticity, and that came from only one day in the kitchen with you. That came from one day where you weren’t trying to go at each other.
He got a taste of something good, something pure.
Then his uncle tried to destroy you. Then his uncle drugged you and left you to be raped, to be assaulted and torn apart by two alpha’s who were ready to fight over an omega in a forced heat.
All for the pursuit of money and power. His uncle was willing to throw you away.
Ransom was dejected to admit that he would’ve too; he would’ve thrown you away for money and power. Before this, all happened before you two started growing closer, before he started to let himself loose to you.
He would’ve done the same.
Which could’ve explained why he was enraged by his uncle. Because you weren’t just anybody, you weren’t just an omega he could dick down and ditch; you were his omega.
You were HIS omega. And his uncle threatened you.
His uncle threatened what belonged to him, and that pissed Ransom off to no end. It was one thing to try and go after him, an alpha who could handle himself, but to drug an omega, to set her up to be violated…
“Your family is downstairs,” the very first few words you spoke after waking in a strange room, with Ransom hovering close, “we should leave.”
“No,” Ransom denied you, “no we’re not leaving. I have a few things that need to be said.”
He watched you roll over to face him, he watched your exhaustive state starting to lessen as the morning came, as your rapid firing heat had dissipated. Your hand was tucked under your cheek, your fingers grasping at the pillowcase with near full strength. He could see the fright in your eyes, he could see the apprehension that came after the events of last night, after the trauma almost inflicted on you, were settling at the forefront of your mind.
“Get dressed,” Ransom tossed you one of his sweaters he kept stashed here, “we’re going downstairs to confront them.”
“Ransom I don’t-“
“No,” his voice took on the kind of command that made omega’s obey, “you’re going to hear what I have to say and so will they. Now get dressed.”
You buckled; you caved. His mark on your neck was fresh, it was still raw. Even if it had healed, you would still have complied. He was your alpha, and although he hadn’t wanted to use that tone of voice often, he would command you when needed.
This was one of those times. You needed to hear this. So did his family. A line had to be drawn.
You were up and dressed within minutes, enveloped and wrapped in his scent, a pleasing thought for an alpha who was already on edge. You were surrounded by him, by his scent and by claim. No one would doubt that you were Ransom’s.
He stormed down the stairs, his family speaking quietly amongst themselves in the sitting room in his mothers house, one that greatly resembled the one at the mansion.
“You really think you did something? You really thought that by putting Y/N in that situation, I would be charged for assault and attempted murder?” He was a man who was encroaching on a beast. He was an alpha who was imposing and physically threatening on the best of days but now…
“Ransom what are you talking about?” His mother feigned ignorant wife, or maybe she really had been ignorant of what happened.
“Don’t act like you don’t know, mother.” Ransom scowled. “He drugged her and left her to get torn apart.”
“Are you serious? You would stoop that low?”
“You lying bastard-“
“Why don’t you ask Y/N what happened? Hmm? You ask her who drug her to the study, who assaulted her with his cane.”
“You will be charged, you little asshole!” Walt came on the defence, immediately. He held no fear of Ransom, like an idiot.
He laughed and it was unsettling. He laughed as he took slow calculating steps toward his uncle. He had no second thoughts about expelling his rage onto the man who had arranged for his omega who be torn apart by alpha’s chasing an omega on a drug induced heat.
“The omega defence law,” Ransom drew closer, his eyes blown wide with rage, “obviously you haven’t heard of it because you’re a whiny, little beta bitch.”
The whimper from your mouth has almost made him turn back, and yet when he looked over his shoulder and saw the state you were, his animosity grew.
You had a bruise covering your cheek, your head was still sore from where you’d been hit by Walt’s cane, and Ransom, driven into a rut by your sudden heat, had fucked you senseless when you needed tenderness.
“The omega defence law will prevent an alpha who is physically defending their mate from being punished. I could’ve ripped him to shreds and I should have, and I wouldn’t have faced punishment because my mate-“
“You didn’t mark her.” Walt sneered.
“I marked Y/N last night, you know after you drugged her and left her to be assaulted.” Ransom snapped. “I marked Y/N when I found her.”
Another whimper and another brief moment when he almost turned back.
“You threw my omega into a situation where Y/N would’ve been attacked and left for dead for the sole purpose of killing her and sending me to prison but you’re such a piece of shit who is so moronic that you weren’t even aware of the law.” Ransom watched his uncle squirm. He watched his uncle sweat bullets as the enraged alpha drew closer to the one threat against his omega that still stood.
“I’m not going to prison, you little fucker. But if you, if any of you,” he looked at his family pointedly, “come near me or my omega again, I’ll rip you to shreds.”
He turned back and grabbed your hand. He led you out of his mother’s house without another word, intent at leaving it where it was, but still unsettled.
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The argument hadn’t been enough. The charges that were going to be laid, hadn’t been enough.
He was smug. He was confident that his lawyers would sweep this all under the rug.
Ransom knew he was wrong, but it still wasn’t enough. The instincts coursing through him were calling for physical ramifications.
The courts of law could only go so far.
Ransom shifted on the bed. He turned his head and studied the peacefulness of rest, the soothing ease that befell you as you rest comfortably, safe in his presence.
Then he saw the bruise. His blue eyes got caught on the bruise on your cheek, the result of falling from the force used, and Ransom became flooded with vile, poisonous anger.
He seethed, unable to find sleep like you had. He needed to feel his uncle’s body breaking under his fists.
He lift the covers and pulled himself from the bed, from the warmth and the comfort. He slipped from the bed and stood, reaching for the pair of jeans he’d kicked into the corner, swiping them from the floor. He shoved his legs in and yanked them up his body, nearly getting them completely done up before he heard you shift on the bed.
“Ransom,” you mumbled and rolled over, your eyes barely open yet recognizing the departure of your alpha, “where are you going?”
You were so beautiful, so perfect. He almost didn’t think he deserved you. He almost didn’t think he was worthy of you. Someone like you, should’ve been with someone who wasn’t so tainted and screwed.
Ransom turned back to the bed and slowly placed his left knee on the mattress, feeling it dip beneath his weight. He placed his right hand on the mattress near the curve of your backside, stabilizing himself.
He leaned in and brushed your hair behind your ear. He pressed a soft, quick kiss to your forehead. “Go back to sleep. I need to take care of something.”
“Ransom-“
“Now, Y/N.” he ordered you. And he would apologize in his own way for it later.
But for now, there was only one thing on his mind. And he wouldn’t stop until his uncle felt the same sharp fear you had.
He wait until your breathing has evened out before he physically left the house. He wait until sleep became you, until you had drifted back into peace before he start the Beemer and took off, gravel spitting behind his tires. He knew exactly where his uncle would be at this point of the night, where he would be hiding out.
His uncle tried to make himself seem like a family man, like the man with the perfect wife and the well put together child, but that was only a carefully crafted image. The real truth was that his aunt was neurotic, he cousin was a nazi and his uncle was a pervert.
His uncle liked screwing barely legal beta’s and omega’s. His uncle liked screwing beta and omega whores who made him feel good about himself, who made him feel like he wasn’t a washed up piece of shit.
He sought approval from women paid to act like they enjoyed his cock.
He was nothing but scum.
Ransom knew where he was. Ransom saw his vehicle parked outside the cheap motel he always frequented. The same place and the same room, with his chosen bitch of the night. Ransom could see his reflection though the window, his blood relative would tried to take the only good thing Ransom had in his life.
He opened his driver side door and slammed it behind him. He shoved his keys into his pocket and approached the rickety wooden staircase that would take him toward his uncle. He placed his right hand on the railing and took the stairs two at a time, his long legs bringing him further toward his target within mere moments.
The second he set foot on the second level of the motel, something intrinsic and brutal took hold of Ransom. He wasn’t seeing his uncle in that motel room, he aww a predator who had tried to attack his mate; who tried to destroy what belonged to him.
This primal urge, this primality has transformed Hugh Ransom Drysdale into a beast. He was a phantom, a creature of animosity and violence that craved blood for his only innocent.
He approached the door and kicked it in, the door splitting from the frame, the door slamming against the cheap tobacco stained carpet. Ransom could hear the shrieking of the little whore his uncle was fucking, but he hardly spared her a thought. Instead, he turned on his uncle.
He stalked toward him and grabbed him by his arm, yanking him from the bed. He spared one glance at the half naked bitch and growled a single warning to leave.
She scrambled away, screaming and shrieking, leaving Ransom alone with his target.
“Ransom-!” His uncle was thrown from the bed to the floor, landing against the nightstand that sent over the alarm clock and toppled the lamp.
“You think you’re gonna get away with this,” he seethed and landed the first blow, heard the first sickening crunch of bones breaking, “you twisted bastard.”
His uncle tried defending himself, but he was no match to the pissed off alpha. He was no match for all those years of pent up anger, all those scathing comments about how useless Ransom was.
Punch after punch, blood coating his knuckles and dusting his face. The sickening crunch of bones breaking and snapping under the force of Ransom’s fists driving into his uncle’s body.
He didn’t stop. He didn’t stop when his uncle pleaded, he didn’t stop when his uncle was more blood than not, he didn’t stop when his uncle fell unconscious.
He only stopped when he heard your voice echoing in his head. He only stopped when the dulcet sound of your words cut through his rage. And then, he stood back and wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand.
“Come near her again, and I won’t stop until you stop breathing.” Ransom turned away and left the motel as quickly as he had arrived.
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syntheticavenger · 2 months ago
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Forever and Ever More - Part Twelve
Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader
Warnings:  18+. Language, threats, Ransom’s rut (that’s a big warning), hand job, sub dynamics, oral sex (f receiving but dub-con for Ransom due to Alpha rut). As a reminder, this is a dark story.
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moodboard by the talented @titaniumstark​ | divider by @royallyprincesslilly​
Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven
Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
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It’s been almost two hours since Ransom sent the message with no reply. He knows you’re gone, knuckles cracking before he regains control. If it’s a game you want to play, you’ll lose. Just like you continue to lose when it comes to him.
He’s staving off the rut that threatens to overtake him. His irritation is at an all time high. Usually he would be knot deep in a simpering Omega, using her body in any way he deemed fit, the symphony of her whimpers egging him on to finish. The thought of having anyone else but you underneath him makes him physically ill and he swears loudly when the response to his initial inquiry to his usual group of Omegas gets an enthusiastic reply. He could teach you a lesson, his mind reverting back to his old ways, if only briefly. Hurt you the way you’ve hurt him.
But they won’t smell like you, make those little breathy whimpers in the back of your throat when he hits the spot inside you just right. Nor will they make a nest the way you do, perfectly minimal and big enough for him to be coerced into sleeping in it. His mind flashes to you being alone and his chest swells at the thought. You’re not thinking straight. You could be in danger.
The bond is a curse, he seethes, blocking their numbers as perspiration dots his forehead as he recalls the moments he’s had you, begging and slicked with sweat. In his bed, on the couch, in the kitchen. It does nothing for his rut, only making him harder as his cock is taut across his tailored pants. He slams his hand on the coffee table, an imported vase crashing to the ground, shattering into pieces.
You’re smart. He’ll give you that. You’ve turned off your location, thinking that would deter him. He’s always one step ahead of you, checking the app on his phone from the tracker inside your car. You’re heading to Martha’s Vineyard. He palms his hand cover his cock, inhaling sharply at the idea of you practically in his parent’s playground.
“Bad move, Omega,” he mutters, closing the app before he swallows hard, stripping out of his sweater as his white undershirt sticks to his skin. “You just wait.”
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Austin is charming like you remember. He’s almost as tall as Ransom but not as muscular, impeccably dressed with a flashy smile and tender, brown eyes.
When he takes your bags, you’re careful to not get too close, his smile disarming when he places them over his shoulder. He smells good – smoky, cedar and mint.
“I don’t bite,” he jokes carefully. It’s a joke you heard before and the reminder that yes, Alphas do bite, is evident on your neck.
“You haven’t heard,” Kelly chimes in, standing next to you as she places her arm over your shoulder. “She’s spoken for.”
“Ah,” Austin murmurs, his smile fading. “The future Mrs. Ransom Drysdale. I forgot.”
You don’t like the way his voice changes.
“I’m not,” you begin to deny, Kelly’s soft smile giving you pause. “I’m not the future Mrs. Drysdale. We’re mated for now.”
“For now?” Austin inquires, lifting a curious eyebrow. “Sounds mysterious.”
“What she means is that she hasn’t returned the bite. Austin, don’t get all weird because it’s Ransom. He’s probably off at his country club, three drinks in and not even thinking about her,” Kelly reminds him.
Your eyes tear up at the mention. You know it isn’t true. You could feel the pull of the bond before you even got onto the highway and you’ve been fighting back the urge to get back in your car and face whatever discipline Ransom would met out, as long as you were near him.
“I didn’t mean it,” Kelly rushes out quickly, throwing her arms around you. “God, I’m an idiot sometimes. It’s just that Austin and Ransom used to be rivals. You know how rich kids can be. They can’t pick fights with the ordinary people like us. It just so happens Ransom used to get the upper hand. He’s still a little sore because of it. Can you forgive me?”
“I just…” you try to speak, biting down on your lips to stifle a cry. “I miss him.”
“Of course you do,” Kelly soothes, her voice soft. “You can’t help it. I’m sure if he hadn’t mated you, he’d be the last thing on your mind. Let’s get you a drink. It’s girl’s weekend, remember? He’ll have plenty of time to be an overbearing Alpha once you get back. All you need is a little liquid courage and you’ll relax.”
When Kelly disappears, you recall Harlan’s words, remembering the look on Ransom’s face the night before you left.
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A tear runs down your cheek when you look in the mirror, a shiver sliding down your spine.
He’s close.
You can feel him.
Even in the safety of your room, you check the door twice to make sure it’s locked as you hear the laughter downstairs. You can still smell Austin, searching through your things to find one of Ransom’s shirts, bringing it to your nose as you greedily inhale his scent. It makes you feel better, calming the acrobatics of your stomach for a moment. You know you need to breathe, opening the window as the cool night air rushes in.
The sound of the door opening catches your attention, Kelly and the rest of your friends filtering outside with Austin tow. There’s a bar at the resort a few miles away. Kelly has been talking about it non-stop but you know better than to go. Linda has friends there and the last thing you need is to be spotted.
It’s quiet when they finally leave. You let out a sigh of relief, still feeling on edge at the thought of him. Your bonding mark throbs when you think of him and a lick of jealousy goes through you. Last time you left him, he ended up in bed with another Omega and the thought of it physically hurts.
You can’t let those thoughts ruin your weekend. It isn’t supposed to be common to have Alphas stray. They are protective and loyal.
But Ransom isn’t an ordinary Alpha.
When you head downstairs to grab a glass of wine, the knock at the door is loud.
It’s Ransom. You know it without even having to check. You can hear your name being called as the door is pounded once more.
“Don’t make me break this door down. You think I give a shit if they hear me? Open the door.”
You let out a soft gasp at his Alpha command, padding to the door.
“It’s my weekend, Ransom,” you remind him against the door. “I told you I was going.”
“And I told you that you needed be home in thirty minutes. It’s been six goddamned hours. I said open the fucking door.”
When you do, you aren’t prepared for what you see. A lock of his brown hair is over his forehead, his body slightly shaking as his hands fist at his sides. His shirt sticks to his skin and his scent is strong, making your thighs clench at the virile Alpha in front of you. This isn’t just the beginning of rut.
He’s full blown.
“Ransom,” you whisper, taking a step back as he comes forward, slamming the door behind him. “You can’t be here.”
He scoffs, brushing his hair back with a shaky hand, pupils blown wide with lust.
“You left me. Me, Omega. No one fucking leaves me,” he growls, herding you backward near the stairs. “I can’t even think about another Omega. I tried.”
Tears fill your eyes at his angry confession. You lean forward slightly to scent him, trying to get a hint of another scent – another Omega.
“You wanted to?” you ask, your voice wavering. “Even after you mated me?”
“I can’t,” Ransom snaps, glaring at you. “I think about it and I want to throw up. This goddamned bond. I’m stuck.”
“Stuck,” you repeat, a tear sliding down your cheek. “Well… that’s your fault. Remember you told me that there were other attractive Omegas out there? Ones who listen? You didn’t bond them, Ransom. Why didn’t you?”
“We aren’t having this discussion,” he says, raising his voice that makes you lower your head in submission. “You have one job and that’s to get upstairs and take my knot.”
You shake your head slowly, turning around to face him while you’re on the stairs. Harlan’s words ring in your ears.
“I’d use your designation to the fullest if I were you. You can bring any Alpha to their knees when it happens.”
“No,” you reply softly. “I won’t.”
“What did you just say?” Ransom snaps, his biceps flexing as he holds onto the bannisters.
“I said no. You were going to find someone else and I’m supposed to be okay with it?”
“I didn’t. I can’t.”
You lift your chin up at his denial, fresh tears welling in your eyes.
“But you tried.”
You turn your back on him, running up the stairs as he follows behind. You slam the door in his face, locking it as he pounds on it.
“Open this door right now. I swear to God, once I get my hands on you-”
“You’ll what?” you call out as you sit on the bed. “What will you do to me? Be cruel? That’s what you do best.”
It’s quiet on the other side of door. You know he’s still there, you can see the shadow of his form under the door.
“Open the door and we’ll talk.”
His voice is strained and you perk up at the sound, leaning forward.
There’s silence for a moment.
“Please.”
He’s uncomfortable. You can feel it in your bond, the way he shifts under the door, his breathing now a near pant. It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him say something politely.
Still, you approach with caution when you open the door, Ransom wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as he clenches his jaw.
“Why should I let you in?” you ask, his eyes roaming down your body.
“Because…” Ransom begins, swallowing hard. “I need you.”
“Need me for what?”
He glares at you, hands still fisted at his sides.
“I just need you, okay?”
You raise up on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek as your hand trails down his chest to his cock that is straining against his pants. He lets out a stuttered breath, grabbing your wrist as you look up at him in defiance.
“Fine, Ransom. Then I won’t help you,” you answer, watching his trembling hand release your wrist.
He closes his eyes as you scent him, bumping your nose under his neck. The sound he makes is almost a whine and you rub your nose back and forth as you cradle his clothed cock under your hand.
“You need my help, don’t you, Alpha?”
Your voice is sweet but you’re still afraid, knowing that Ransom could break out of this trance and you very well could be on your hands and knees, stuffed full of his knot with the door wide open.
“Yes,” he answers quietly, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers apply pressure against his length. “I… I do.”
He sucks in a breath, lips parted slightly when your hand slips under his pants, a hiss rushing through his clenched teeth.
“I want a glass of wine,” you request against his chest. “Please, Ransom.”
His eyes crack open at your ask, eyes flickering down to how sinful your hand feels around his cock. You know hewants to tell you no and you slow your movements as he growls.
“Pinot,” you plead, kissing him gently as he groans at the loss of your hand.
He rips away from you, heading down the steps. It almost seems too good to be true when he finally returns, glass of wine in hand. His face is flushed and you know he’s in pain. When he places it on the nightstand, he paces.
Through the bond, he’s working through what you’ve told him and what has transpired. Harlan was right.
“How did you find me?” you ask, Ransom looking up at you as you notice the sweat that slides down his neck.
“Tracker,” he answers coldly. “You aren’t leaving me that easily.”
He reaches for you before you slip out of his grasp. The glare he gives you is enough for you to pause.
“You need me, remember?”
He narrows his eyes at your comment. He doesn’t need to be reminded; you know this.
You only get one chance at this – to prove Harlan’s point. That you can bring an Alpha – your Alpha – to his knees.
Your fingers slip under your dress, pulling down your lacy black panties as you inch them down your thighs and past your knees. He takes a step toward you before you shake your head, stepping out of them. You know he can smell how wet you are, his nostrils flaring as his chest expands.
Not that you can help it, his scent is strong and your hindbrain is going haywire.
“Do you want me, Ransom?”
His throat bobs at the sight of you inching up your dress as you sit on the edge of the bed.
“Yes.”
“Then ask me nicely,” you remind him, heart still pounding in your chest. His eyes are locked on your cunt, slick and ready for him.
“On your knees,” you continue, watching in awe as he lowers himself to the ground, peeling his shirt off as he tosses it away. Your thighs tremble at the sight of him, pants undone, his bare chest thick with muscle.
Your Alpha on his knees.
For you.
You circle you fingers around your clit, Ransom’s hand at his cock as you shake your head.
“No touching,” you command, voice barely above a whisper.
His hand falls as his side, his thick and heavy cock weeping with pre-cum.
When you insert a finger inside, he growls, the sound making your heart flutter.
“Mine,” he snaps, inching toward you.
“Is it? You don’t act like it,” you respond, spreading yourself wide as he groans at the sight. “You’d rather have others.”
“That’s not true. Please,” Ransom responds, voice straining with need.
You feel like you’re going to explode at the sight of him. His once perfectly coiffed hair is a mess, his tongue sweeping over his lips. He’s wrecked, sweat glistening over his body.
“Make it up to me and I’ll let you knot me.”
He comes closer, spreading your thighs wide, gripping them with his large hands.
“Tell me you’re sorry,” you manage to squeak, his lips trailing on the inside of your thighs.
“I’m sorry,” Ransom breathes, licking a slow stripe against your slit. “I’m sorry, Omega.”
His hair is damp when your fingers slide into his hair, his mouth covering your clit as he sucks gently on your sensitive bud.
“R-Ransom,” you whimper, his mouth making lewd, slurping sounds as he eats you out like a man deprived, spreading you wider as his tongue spears into you.
“Please,” Ransom moans against your cunt. “I need it… it hurts.”
“Not yet,” you purr, keeping his head between your thighs. “M’close.”
When you come, he laps hungrily at your slick, your body boneless as he shudders before sucking a mark into your thigh.
“Ransom!” you cry out in surprise and pain.
“For making me beg,” he breathes against you. “For making me not think about anyone else but you. For this damned bond and how much I can’t get you off my mind. And how much I…”
He shakes his head, wincing at the thought as he gets up.
“Fuck me,” he mutters, leaving the room. “This isn’t happening.”
You hear him pace, hitting the wall as you pull down your dress. It’ll be a matter of time until he returns.
He has to.
The bond is stronger now, you can feel it.
Almost as if he’s in love with you.
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