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firefly-in-darkness · 20 days ago

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Nope, my heart is broken.

Resolve

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4,415 Summary: This is it, the beginning of the end of your time with Ransom, and you don’t even know it. Warnings: A/B/O AU. Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Traumatized!Omega!Reader. Cranky CEO!Ransom. Lies, deceit, gaslighting. Unprotected sex. Angst. Ransom is his own worst enemy and really bad at feelings.

A/N: Hoe’kay. I have more angst for you with these two but my hope is that by the end of their next installment, things may be looking up 🥺 (If you’re new here, you can find their previous installments here.)

“It’s perfect,” Tyler concluded confidently as he finished pitching the latest strategy to dissolve Ransom’s adoption of you.

Ransom remained silent as he slouched in his executive chair, his unseeing gaze firmly fixed on the surface of his desk as Tyler and Mallory sat in the chairs across from him, eagerly awaiting his reaction to their latest and greatest idea.

When the tense silence drew on, they exchanged a look of concern before Tyler cleared his throat.

“Neither of you are the villain in this scenario, Mr. Drysdale,” Tyler said. “We’ve done as you’ve requested with this idea - it won’t ruin the omega’s reputation or future prospects. Plus, it will surely bolster your own image. You’ve been with her long enough now that people will assume you’ve formed a bond and will pity you both, which will be great for winning sympathy with the public.”

As Tyler continued to blather on about the optics and PR benefits of this spin, all Ransom could focus on was the grain of truth within his words…

Ransom had formed a bond with you.

A real one.

Which he had never expected. He hadn’t expected any of this.

For you to go from a burden–a result of some dumb vanity PR–to being the source of the type of joy and content Ransom never believed he could have.

That he selfishly wanted to keep experiencing.

But time had finally run out, and Ransom knew that he could no longer delay the inevitable. He had put it off for over two months now.

Sending you away.

Despite that being his intention from the moment he decided he was all in on this faux pairing to avoid a scandal, he just hadn't been able to do it. The thought of doing so got more and more difficult with each passing day.

And each and every time Ransom came home to you, retreated into your bubble of alpha and omega bliss together–got to know you more and more and witnessed that sweet heart of yours–he tried not to think of it, erasing you from his life for good.

It was almost like he was living a double life.

Ransom genuinely enjoyed his time with you and getting to know you. He liked being your alpha, even if it was all pretend. Even if he knew that he wasn’t alpha material, and he never had been.

He thought about you every moment he was away from you, and he couldn’t wait to get back home and relish in your presence once more. The anticipation he felt each day as he drove home to you, the height of it peaking just before he walked through the front door and was hit by your sweet, happy scent and greeted with your even sweeter smile and disposition…

It was almost like he was actually happy. He, Ransom Drysdale, was happy.

And you did that.

You made Ransom happy.

Only, no one else knew about it. They couldn’t. Because who he was with you in the privacy of his own home wasn’t who he had to be at work, in his career, out and about in the public eye.

In the real world.

So each day, he continued to put up a front and acted the way others expected him to. He spent a majority of his time at work breathing down Mallory and Tyler's necks to solidify the strategy and get the story just right.

He had bemoaned his team's inadequacy to nail the next phase of this fiasco–over and over again–shutting down each and every idea they pitched him because it wasn’t good enough, but really, because he wasn’t ready to let you go.

But this latest idea, it really was perfect.

He knew this was the one, because Tyler was right–it didn't paint either of you as the villain. It told a heart wrenching tale of a fragile, traumatized omega who just couldn't acclimate to a new life as a CEO’s omega–a life so different from what she was used to. And for Ransom’s part? He was the self-sacrificing alpha who was willing to let his new omega go so that she could be happy and thrive, even if it wasn’t with him.

It was the perfect way to put this whole thing to bed, to send you away, just as Ransom had always planned and finally rid himself of his farce so he could stuff his alpha back down for good and live the life he wanted.

Only…Ransom wasn't sure if that was the life he wanted anymore.

The life of a notorious alpha bachelor.

The life of a ruthless CEO who worked 24/7, burning the candle so low at both ends that he felt like a shell of a person.

A life without you.

That very idea seemed like the farce now, because the two of you had a routine, you had settled into life together so much easier than Ransom ever could have imagined if he ever allowed himself to imagine something like this.

Being happy. With another. With his omega.

Being well on his way to in lo–

“Sir?” Mallory’s hesitant voice shook Ransom from his thoughts, and his guarded gaze flickered to meet hers.

When he found sympathy and a surprised kind of realization dawning in her eyes, he straightened in his seat, refusing to look away from her knowing gaze as he glared at her instead.

“Sir, perhaps,” she spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. “Perhaps we don’t need to go through with this at all. No one would fault you for growing attached to her.”

As Mallory spoke the truth aloud–giving voice to what Ransom actually wanted, what he had stayed up all night thinking about–it made something inside of him loosen, just a little. It felt like the tentative emergence of relief blooming deep within him, knowing that shutting this all down and going about it the way he truly wanted was finally within his reach…

But then Tyler laughed. Loudly.

He laughed at the very idea of Ransom wanting an omega. As the PR pro–the handler of Ransom’s public image–Tyler knew him better than anyone. He knew the best way to portray Ransom to maintain the image and career that he had spent so many years building all on his own.

So if he found the idea of Ransom having feelings and wanting an omega so preposterous, it really must be just that.

A ridiculous fucking fantasy, and nothing more.

Feeling truly stupid–and inferior–for the first time in a long time, Ransom could feel his hackles rise, his armor going back up, too, as he snapped, “I haven’t grown attached.”

The lie tasted like ash on his tongue, but he ignored it. He ignored Mallory’s sympathetic look, too, pulling his chair closer to his desk as he reached for his computer mouse and pretended to get back to work.

“The strategy is approved,” he said flatly. “Move forward with setting up her departure for tomorrow afternoon, as proposed.”

Tyler was already rising from his seat looking like he wanted to high five himself for a job well done. Mallory, on the other hand, seemed uncertain. She lingered for a moment, watching Ransom closely.

“Sir, are you sure–”

“I made my decision,” Ransom snapped, uncaring of the way she flinched at his harsh tone. “Now get out.”

Both Mallory and Tyler quickly retreated from his office, and once the door was shut and he was left alone, Ransom shoved away from his desk. Bending over in his seat, he dropped his head into his hands, swallowing hard against the bile flooding the back of his throat as everything inside of him revolted against his decision, against what he knew he was supposed to do, of who he was supposed to be.

But if this decision was what was right for him–for his career and for his future–then why did it feel so very, very wrong?

For the first time since he had come home to you after a long work day, Ransom stood before the front door of his home filled with dread.

This was it.

His last night with you.

You and Ransom only had hours left together, and then you’d be gone.

From his home, from his life, from his heart that he didn’t even know worked until he met you.

As soon as he walked through that door, it started - the end.

Shuddering hard, Ransom tried to steel himself, taking a shaky inhale. His inner alpha perked up immediately as your scent reached his nose, even from the other side of the door.

It was soft and musky and reeked of happiness.

Swallowing against the unfamiliar lump in his throat, Ransom keyed in the security code before pushing the front door open and stepping inside.

Despite the forthcoming loss looming heavily over him, Ransom basked in your scent, which immediately enveloped him. He felt high off of it already as he made his way deeper into his home, feeling all of the tension from the work day–from the decision he had made–fall away as he caught sight of you darting out of the living room to greet him with a big, beautiful smile.

"Alpha!" you breathed, wrapping Ransom in a hug so tight he couldn’t help but chuckle.

As you nuzzled against the front of his shirt, chirping happily to be surrounded by his smoky scent after a whole day apart, Ransom realized how much he enjoyed this - being so wanted, and so genuinely.

He had never had that before in his life, always a burden to his parents, or a meal ticket to his "friends." The scary boss to his employees, and the handsome face in the gossip rags to everyone else.

But to you?

He was yours, and he was adored.

Before Ransom could start to spiral and lose himself to his misery and guilt, you pulled back from your hug, staying close and loosely clutching his forearms as you smiled up at him.

"How was your day?" you asked excitedly, always so eager to hear how he was.

"Same old," he murmured.

Your smile dimmed as you watched him closely, instinctively shifting nearer–flush against him–as you clocked the shadow of sorrow in his gaze. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t hesitate to reach for him, your hand lifting to cradle his cheek, a soft touch of comfort that had Ransom sinking against you further and closing his eyes against the onslaught of emotions that roiled within him.

“Alpha?”

Your concern for him was too much to bear, so Ransom turned his face, pressing a kiss to your palm as he lied, “I’m fine, omega.” His next words were a truthful murmur, “Better now that I’m here with you.”

You still looked unsure–and worried, too–so Ransom did the only thing he could think of to distract you, the thing he’d been waiting all day to do–he ducked low and kissed you.

He meant for it to be a quick kiss hello, but as soon as your sweet flavor burst along his taste buds, and Ransom realized that soon he’d never get to kiss you or taste you again, he deepened the kiss, desperate and greedy to savor you as much as possible before you were gone.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly, flush against him, as his tongue dove into your mouth and thoroughly drank from you, until you were whining and sinking against him as your scent spiked with desire.

When at last he pulled away, you pouted, making Ransom smile as he smoothed a hand over your head and pressed a much more innocent kiss to your forehead.

He glanced behind you to the kitchen counter where today's latest round of congratulatory gifts were lined up. The onslaught hadn't lessened any over the weeks since news had gone public that he had "finally found his omega."

Starting the morning after you fell into his lap, the gift baskets and expensive wine, and various other things he didn't need nor want, had started showing up at his door.

Anytime he passed the items that were meant for his omega off to you, you got so shyly happy and overwhelmed with having your own nice possessions that Ransom's urge to pitch everything right in the garbage had decreased, just a little.

Ignoring the thought that this would all stop soon because he would no longer have an omega to celebrate, Ransom moved around you. "Anything interesting today?" he asked, glancing over the three large gift baskets taking up residence on the marble countertop.

"I didn't really go through them," you replied, shadowing him as you watched him rifle through the unnecessary treasures. "I was waiting for you."

When Ransom's fingers caught on a diamond encrusted omega collar, you gulped audibly, your loose hold on his shirt tightening.

"We don't need that, do we?" you whispered nervously.

Getting a whiff of your anxious scent, Ransom glanced over at you with a frown before he registered the way your fearful gaze was fixed on the collar as you protectively cupped your scarred throat with your hand.

Tossing the collar aside, Ransom turned to you, gathering you against his chest until your gaze was now fixed on him.

"You know I would never collar you, omega." He kissed the tip of your nose before his lips skimmed along your cheek to your ear. "Besides, you're so good, I would never need to."

His hands fell to cup your hips, his gaze growing dark and sinful as he eyed the new dress you were wearing, courtesy of one of yesterday's gift baskets.

"Although, I must say, I do enjoy the way this looks on you."

You felt your cheeks flood with warmth as Ransom plucked at the hem of your dress. It was short and fluttery, the fit not quite right as one of the thin shoulder straps kept slipping down your arm.

"I wanted to look pretty for you."

"It worked," Ransom smirked, his finger looping along the loose strap hanging down against your bicep as he slowly slid it back into place.

"I have another surprise for you," you smiled, pressing your hands to Ransom's chest and nearly getting distracted by the firm warmth beneath them.

"Do you?"

Nodding excitedly, you took Ransom's hand captive in your own before pulling him into the living room.

You had moved the coffee table off to the side and had used nearly all of the pillows and linens in the house to fashion the coziest, most perfect nest you could make. It had taken you hours to get it right, and you had thoughtfully tucked a few of Ransom's sweaters and some of your own clothes throughout, so both your scents hung over the nest, adding a warmer, more intimate touch.

Gazing up at Ransom, you watched as his face shifted from surprise as he took in the sight of the nest to something much softer and almost…sad.

"You made this…for us?"

You nodded shyly, playing with his fingers as you swayed closer and admitted in a whisper, "It's the first time I've ever made a real nest and it took me almost the whole day. I wanted it to be perfect. Do you like it?"

Ransom finally pulled his gaze from the nest, his eyes landing on you and lingering, drinking in your hopeful look and the nerves that went along with it.

"Omega, I love it. I love seeing you make my home your home," he confessed, swallowing hard as he realized that this was just another thing he’d never experience again with you.

Shaking that thought away quickly and desperate for a distraction, Ransom pulled you closer, until your body was pressed against his and you had to tip your head back to meet his gaze.

“Did you think about us together in the nest as you made it?” he purred.

The playfully seductive tone of his words had you shivering hard as you nodded, your breath catching a little at the look Ransom was giving you.

Like he wanted to eat you alive.

"And what did you imagine?" Ransom rumbled as he slowly backed you toward the nest.

Most of your thoughts as you had constructed the nest had been innocent–wanting to do something nice for your alpha, wanting to be a good omega. But some of them, a majority of them if you were being honest with yourself, had been dirty–riding Ransom's cock amidst the mound of linens, gazing down your naked body to watch him eat your cunt as you reclined back against the pillows.

Just thinking such naughty thoughts had your pussy throbbing, and you whined softly as your scent grew muskier and your need hung heavy in the air.

Ransom laughed as you pressed your face against his chest to hide. “Show me, omega.”

It took you a moment to gather your courage before you pulled away from Ransom, silent as you took his hand and tugged him toward the nest. You paused just outside of it, meeting his dark gaze as you slowly began to undress him.

Once your alpha was down to just his navy blue boxer briefs, which were twitching at the front as his desire for you grew by the second, you guided him into the center of the nest until he was lounging back against the pillows and you were straddling his hips as you sat over top of him.

You were quiet still as you began to touch him, your hands wandering all along the warm, smooth expanse of Ransom's chest. And soon it was like you were in a trance, and all you could think about was touching every square inch of his skin that you could reach.

Your hands flitted over the firm, rounded arcs of his shoulders and down his chest, your touch lingering as your fingers gently tugged on the dark, coarse chest hair peppering Ransom's defined pecs until he was choking on a groan and impatiently shifting beneath you.

But he let you lead, for now at least, his eyes half-mast as he watched you stare at the descent of your hands down his chest and over his stomach, your fingers dancing all along the dips and divots of his muscles before your thumb was skimming down the dark happy trail that disappeared into the top of his briefs.

"Omega."

Ransom's voice was nearly a growl, and breathless, and you perked up instantly, giving him a shy look that was more abashed than anything. He grinned, his hand reaching for you and cradling your cheek to reel you down to him.

You hovered just over his face, your gaze drifting all along his handsome features for a beat, and you felt it burst within the center of your chest like confetti, your love and devotion for your alpha.

There was a second where your eyes met Ransom's, and you knew he could see it written all over your face–your feelings for him–but before you could say a word, he was tipping his face back and kissing you hungrily.

You whined as you sank against him, your hands framing his face as you tried your best to keep up with the frenzy onslaught of Ransom's lips.

Only when you were desperate for air did he let you pull away, and you did so quickly, tugging your dress up and over your head and tossing it aside before you were dipping low again.

You pressed your chest to your alpha's, because more than anything, you loved feeling his skin against yours–found it so incredibly soothing–and you chirped happily as you pressed your face against the crook of his neck and nosed along his mating gland.

Ransom moaned as you scented him, his hands curling over your hips and holding you steady on top of him as his hips began to rut up and you felt the hot, hard press of his cock through your panties and his briefs.

"Ransom," you breathed against his neck, nuzzling along his skin before you kissed a trail up his throat and along his cheek. "I–"

He hurried to intercept your declaration, kissing you with the kind of feral passion that had you mewling into his mouth and making him groan.

Ransom flipped you over with ease, tugging off your panties and tossing them aside before he kicked off his own underwear.

It was like he couldn't decide where to kiss you first, his lips gliding along your breasts and lingering on your nipples before skating down your tummy before he was suddenly back to plundering your mouth with his own until neither of you could catch your breath.

The more frantically he went at you, the more overwhelmed you got, until you were whimpering and mewling and clutching at him hard enough to leave marks.

"Sorry, 'm'sorry," Ransom panted against the top of your chest, sinking against you for a moment to gather himself. "I've got you, omega."

He pecked your kiss-swollen lips much gentler than before, his lips curling and his eyes dancing at you as you gazed up at him looking both dazed and shocked by his fervor.

That O_O look alone earned you another soft kiss and a head pet before Ransom was sinking his body against yours and slowly filling you with his cock.

The sweet, shocked little chirp you gave him as he stretched you open had him grunting in the back of his throat, and Ransom caught your hand with his own, pressing your palms together and lacing his fingers with yours as his mouth returned to your lips.

"You're so perfect," he murmured against your mouth. "You're such a good girl, such a good omega, and all mine. You’re meant to be mine."

When his hips started to move, Ransom growled a quiet, "mine" in between every surge and retreat of his cock inside of you. And when your head lolled to the side, your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on how good your alpha was making you feel, Ransom nuzzled against your cheek, his breaths coming quicker now as he found your ear with his lips and whispered, "You're mine."

"Yours," you echoed back mindlessly, curling your legs around Ransom's hips and urging him along, whining when he thrusted even deeper and lingered with a carnal groan against your ear that had you suddenly cumming hard.

"Fuck, that's it, omega," Ransom moaned, renewing his frantic pace until he was quickly following you over the edge and gasping as he spilled deep inside you.

Humming his satisfaction as his knot began to swell and effectively lock your bodies together, Ransom sank against you, holding you tight as you tucked your face against the crook of his neck and clinged to him even tighter.

Once his knot finally went down, Ransom shifted over you, expecting to find you asleep beneath him–like usual–and you nearly were, your eyes dipping low and your lips quirked at the corners with a sated smile, but when he moved, you blinked up at him, reaching for him.

Your hand was so soft as it slid against his cheek, your thumb smoothing along the skin beneath his eye, and this time Ransom wasn't quick enough to interrupt you as you told him, "I love you, Ransom. I love you so much. Thank you for picking me, for giving me a real home.”

His lips parted and he was silent for a beat, just staring at you with a storm you couldn’t decipher brewing in his eyes. Then he cleared his throat and smoothed a hand over your head as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, taking a moment to shakily breathe you in.

"Sleep now, omega,” Ransom said after a long moment, his voice rougher than usual. “You deserve the rest, pretty girl."

Trilling softly, you squirmed to get more comfortable, smiling as Ransom tugged a stray blanket over your naked body before easing away from you.

He watched you for a moment as you turned onto your side, away from him, and sighed happily before dozing. As your words lingered in his mind, your heartfelt declaration, Ransom felt the intense urge to flee.

He leaned back on his haunches, nearly doing just that, but as he continued to watch you, something stopped him. His inner alpha most likely. Or perhaps the realization that his time with you was so very limited now, almost over entirely.

That thought alone was enough to have Ransom moving closer to you once more. He was careful not to disturb you too much as he spooned you from behind, curling around you and holding you as close as possible–never wanting to let you go–as you chirped for him, happy at his proximity, even in your sleep.

Resting his nose against the crown of your head, Ransom breathed in deep, his eyes fluttering shut as your scent washed over him–through him–staining his tongue and making something deep inside his chest flutter and ache.

When he opened his eyes, Ransom felt a quick, hot streak down both of his cheeks. Frowning, he leaned back and wiped at his skin, staring dumbly at his fingers when they came away wet.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried.

Not since he was a child, and even back then, it was highly frowned upon by his parents. It was a weakness and nothing more.

But right now? With your departure so close and reality setting in? The urge to cry and sink into a hollow pit of grief and despair was tempting.

Ransom tried to tell himself that this was for the best. He tried to remind himself that this was his plan all along, that he didn't want an omega and never had.

He even tried to lean into the underlying panic he felt when he remembered your love declaration and how sweet and happy you had looked as you had said it, instead of the way something foreign and fluttery and vibrant had invaded his chest as you spoke those three words, to him.

Because he knew that once things were in motion tomorrow, once the truth was revealed, once you realized that Ransom wasn't who he said he was–that he wasn't your alpha after all–that you would take back those words and regret ever saying them.

And that, you spurning him and hating him–not loving and adoring him–that was what Ransom Drysdale deserved.

Cryingggg 😭😭😭

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firefly-in-darkness · 21 days ago

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I am so soft for this pair but damn, Ransom is breaking my heart 😭

Revelation

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3,274 Summary: As Ransom selfishly continues to put off your departure, he learns the truth behind your neck scars and why you were sent to the omega rescue in the first place. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. A/B/O AU. Cranky but soft CEO!Ransom. Lies, deceit, gaslighting. Unprotected sex. Mirror sex. Angst. Recollection of past abuse and violence. Allusion to past non-con (not Ransom x omega). Ransom being really stubborn about having genuine feelings for someone 😭

A/N: I love them 🥺

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For the first time ever, Ransom was really starting to hate being attached to his phone and plugged into work 24/7.

It didn’t matter that he had spent years building his pharmaceutical business into a successful empire, without using his family’s name or reputation to his advantage. Because he had wanted something that was just his, something they couldn’t hold over his head or try to use against him.

Work–and being a successful CEO–had become his identity - all that he was, all that he cared about, and the only thing he ever really focused on.

Until now.

Right now, he’d much rather focus all of his attention on you.

Still, he quickly skimmed the email from Tyler, summarizing a new story to spin when it came to finally offloading you for good.

This new idea painted you as some kind of omega nightmare with behavioral issues that hadn’t been disclosed prior to Ransom adopting you.

The very thought of so blatantly lying about you–especially when you were genuinely the sweetest person Ransom had ever met–didn’t sit right with him at all. In fact, it made his stomach churn and the back of his throat burn.

He typed out a quick response to Tyler and Mallory, telling them the spin was bullshit and to come up with something less damaging to you and your future prospects before he silenced his phone and finally tossed it aside for the day.

As his gaze lifted to where you were standing in the large entryway, twisting and turning in front of the large mirror against the wall as you surveyed yourself in your pretty new dress, Ransom felt some of the tension that had been knotting up his shoulders and neck all day slowly begin to unwind.

You looked so happy by something as simple as a new dress, not even a fancy or expensive one either, just something that had been sent by a local boutique to celebrate Ransom “claiming an omega.”

But it was just so you, Ransom was learning - to be so grateful for the absolute bare minimum.

Which only spoke to the type of life you must have lived prior to now.

The kind of life that he was actively trying to send you back to.

A ripple of self-loathing went through him–an internal uprising that what he was planning for you was so wrong–but Ransom quickly shook it off, damning his inner alpha that had been pleasantly quiet for so long until now. Stuffing all of those thoughts and complicated feelings deep, deep down, he redirected his attention to you.

Just in time to catch your soft smile dim into a frown as your gaze flickered to your scarred neck, which was put on prominent display in the sundress you were wearing.

“What’s wrong?” Ransom asked as he moved closer, not stopping until he was standing directly behind you, his gaze meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror.

“Nothing!” you replied instantly–nervously–avoiding Ransom’s gaze as you forced your lips into a smile.

Ransom tutted, his arms winding around your middle and tugging you back against him. He touched his lips to your temple, watching as you literally melted back against him, looking so starry eyed already as you chirped happily now that you were locked in his embrace.

“Don’t lie to your alpha,” he chided.

Your smile instantly dropped, your features twisting into fear and shame. “I’m sorry, alpha–” you started to apologize profusely, but your words cut off with a squeak as Ransom spun you around and kissed you quiet.

“No need to be sorry, sweet omega,” he murmured against your lips, stealing another kiss. He grinned at how dazed you looked before straightening. “Just be honest with me. I want to know what’s wrong.”

You looked nervous again, ashamed too as your gaze dropped for a beat, and you busied yourself with gently tracing the collar of Ransom’s sweater. Finally, you lifted your eyes back up to his, your voice a soft quaver as you asked, “Do you think I’m ugly?”

Ransom’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and it was honest and instinctual the way he immediately shook his head as he replied, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

That happy light reignited in your gaze, but you still looked unsure. Ransom knew you weren’t fishing for compliments like most omegas he knew would; instead, you were genuinely unsure–and worried–when you whispered, “Even with my neck?”

His features softened, his hands gently skimming up your back and tugging your chest flush against his. “It’s a part of you,” he said seriously, his eyes flickering between yours, “And when I look at you, all I see is how beautiful you are. How sweet. And so eager to please her alpha.”

Ransom’s lips tilted into a playful smirk at your happy chirp and the way you hid your face against his chest for a moment.

After a beat, your head popped up, and you shyly told him, “I am.” At Ransom’s raised brow, you elaborated. “I am very eager to please my alpha.”

Ransom’s smirk unfurled into a full on sinful grin, his face dipping close to yours once more. “Good, because I could use a pick me up after a shitty work day.”

This time you kissed him, chirping happily against Ransom’s lips as you wound your arms around his neck, so eager to be as close to him as possible as he deepened the kiss and you mewled in response to his enthusiastic onslaught.

Your head spun as Ransom retreated from your swollen lips, turning you around so you were once again facing the mirror. His handsome face was flushed pink now, hair mussed and lips just as swollen as yours as he touched a hand to your belly and slowly trailed it lower.

Breathing hitching as his touch strayed beneath your dress, you sank back against him as his fingers found the front of your panties and teased along your cunt through the cotton material.

“Lose these,” he husked, finger hooking in the band of your panties as his eyes met yours in the mirror.

You were quick to do as your alpha requested, shimmying out of your panties and kicking them away. When you went to tug down the strap of your dress to remove that next, Ransom shook his head.

“No, keep it on. You look too pretty in it for it to go to waste.”

Your throat swelled with emotion at his compliment, because you weren’t used to receiving those, and you struggled to blink back your tears as you gave a wobbly chirp before easing back against Ransom’s firm chest once more.

Your breath hitched on a gasp as his big hand cupped your cunt, his nose nuzzling against your temple as his fingers began to tease and stroke until you were wet and whining for more.

“Please, alpha,” you begged, pouting at Ransom through the mirror’s reflection as you met his twinkling gaze. “I need you.”

“You’re gonna get me, kitten,” he promised on a smoky whisper that had your pussy fluttering like crazy.

You squeaked as he propelled you forward, bending you over in front of the mirror and pressing your hands against the cool glass as he loomed tall behind you. His hands smoothed over your hips, giving a squeeze that had you squirming before he gently nudged your feet apart with one of his own.

Belly fluttering at the metal drag of his zipper, your eyes lifted to find Ransom’s in the mirror as he shifted closer and you felt the head of his cock against your slick folds.

Smoothing his free hand up your back until he was gripping your shoulder to keep you in place, Ransom used his other hand to line himself up and slowly push inside you.

Your sharp gasp harmonized with Ransom’s throaty groan, and you couldn’t help but shove back against him, so eager to feel all of him filling you up and stretching you in that way that always made you feel so very much complete.

“Alpha,” you sighed dreamily, your head dipping as you reveled in the feel of being so full, so intimately connected with Ransom as he hummed his own content and kissed a trail from one of your shoulders to the other.

And then he started to move.

The pace of his hips was slow at first - languid, deep plunges filling you up before he was retreating and doing it all over again. Gradually, the rut of his hips picked up, until you were keening and moaning with every thrust, your mouth hanging open as you eagerly shoved back against Ransom, wordlessly encouraging his ravishing of you.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, omega,” he panted, giving your shoulder a squeeze instead of gripping your nape since he knew you didn’t like your neck being touched.

Your head lifted, glazed eyes watching as your own reflection jostled with every surge of Ransom’s hips. Your cheeks burned at the squelching sounds rising up around you, punctuating just how much you and your needy body were enjoying your alpha’s cock.

“You’re so pretty,” Ransom breathed, shoving into you harder now, groaning as he lingered and you felt his cock twitch deep inside you. “My pretty omega,” he hummed, looking as dazed as you felt.

You chirped in response, gasping as Ransom’s free hand circled your hip and palmed your belly before descending. His fingers found your clit and expertly swirled and rubbed, until you were cumming with a throaty cry of Ransom’s name as your body seized up in carnal delight.

Grunting at the way your pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock, Ransom chased his own release now. His hips pounded against you desperately until he was reaching his peak with a loud moan and enjoying the feel of your pussy fluttering wildly as he pumped you full of his hot, sticky seed.

You sagged against the mirror, and Ransom sagged against you. You hummed happily as you felt his knot expand, stretching you in a way that made your coupling feel complete–made you feel so unmistakably his.

Reveling in the way both of your scents flooded the space, mixing together to form a heady aroma of sated lust and contentment, you let your eyes fall shut, enjoying the afterglow until Ransom was gently kissing your shoulder before pulling out of you.

You didn’t even get the chance to pout at his retreat before he gathered you close, and the two of you stumbled into the living room, collapsing onto the sofa in a heap of sweaty limbs and the smell of sex.

You soon found yourself being arranged on top of Ransom, like his own personal omega blanket, as you dozed together as the living room began to light up with the telltale signs of the setting sun.

You were close to sleep when Ransom’s soft voice brought you back to the surface of consciousness.

“What happened to your neck?” he asked softly, his fingers tracing along the backs of your thighs as you laid on top of him, sleepy and boneless.

The dregs of your pleasure–and the warm, happy bubble of the afterglow that came along with it–were instantly replaced by a wave of shame and anxiety.

The way your scent soured with it had Ransom’s nose twitching, and he touched your back with both of his hands, eyes earnest when you peeked up at him in trepidation.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, I just…wanted to know what happened to you.”

There was something so genuine and soft in Ransom’s gaze that it helped to soothe your anxiety, the way your skin was crawling at the mere idea of remembering that night.

And this was part of being his, wasn’t it?

Revealing your past, being honest with him, trusting him with your truth, even if it was something you yourself still struggled to accept sometimes.

“I can tell you,” you finally whispered, your voice small and your heart hammering in your chest. “I’ve just…I’ve never told anyone before.”

Ransom’s hand gently rubbed your back, his brow furrowed and his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Did…did someone do that to you?”

You nodded, your head bobbling almost comically so in your anxiety, your eyes wide and scared as you met Ransom’s gaze. “Yes, my mother.”

“Your mother?” Ransom echoed, looking truly shocked and horrified at this revelation.

Your gaze fell instantly, unable to maintain his as you nodded. “Yes, she…she made a special collar for me, out of barbed wire. She thought if my neck, if my mating gland was scarred and ruined, that alphas wouldn’t want me, and I’d be safe from them like she never was, so…”

Although Ransom’s touch along your back was gentle, it grew firmer, too–almost like he needed to feel you more, needed you to feel him, too–and for some reason, that small gesture gave you strength.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you kept talking and started to recall one of the darkest moments in your life, your voice soft and quavering the entire time you spoke…

“I told you!” your mother hissed, more fearful than angry as she peeked out of the curtain draped over your trailer door’s window. “I told you not to talk to him!”

She made sure the lock was twisted in place before whirling on you.

“I’m sorry,” you trembled, slowly backing away from her as she reached for your collar that sat on a small shelf just off to the side.

She always kept it out in the open, and you were never sure if it was supposed to be a visual reminder to try to keep you in check, or for her own easy access since she used it on you so much.

“I ran into him when I was coming home,” you tearfully explained the innocent run in with your new neighbor. “It was just quick hellos, I swear–”

“He was scenting you, I could see it from here!” Your mother screeched. “Once an alpha’s got your scent…” her eyes went distant–vacant. “There’s no escaping him.”

You watched as a full body shudder wracked through her malnourished frame. Tears stung your eyes because you knew, you knew why she was so afraid, why she was this way.

Because the alpha who had put you in her belly without her consent–who you had never even met–he had been a bad, bad man. Mean and violent without relent.

Your gaze flickered to the brutal scar that marred your mother’s own neck, and you could only imagine how painful it had been to be mated in that way, and against her will to boot.

She just didn’t want the same for you. That’s why she was so overprotective. She wasn’t unhinged, you often tried to tell yourself, she was just so scared.

That’s why she needed to do this to you.

You whimpered as your mother suddenly shook back to the present moment and lunged at you without warning. You didn’t fight her as she fit the collar around your neck, which was barely healed from the last time she’d made you wear it.

You knew that the less you struggled, the less it would hurt, and the sooner she’d calm down and take it off you.

She’s just trying to keep me safe, you told yourself over and over again, choking back the sob that was caught in your chest as your mother began to twine the collar tighter and tighter, causing all of the metal spikes to cut into your flesh.

The copper smell of blood began to rise up around you–so strong it overpowered your own sour, fearful scent–and soon, the pain of the metal spikes digging deeper and deeper into your flesh became unbearable.

“Please, please! It hurts,” you sobbed, finally trying to shove your mother away, but she was unrelenting.

“Just a little more,” she panted, twisting the spiked metal around and around until it was growing harder and harder for you to breathe.

“I can’t–” you garbled as your vision started to speckle with darkness–your body beginning to sag from the lack of oxygen and the agony stemming from your neck and consuming you entirely.

Your mother just shushed you, her voice so soft and in complete contrast with her actions–what she was doing to you–as she hummed, “Shhh, let it do its work. We gotta keep you safe. It’s the only way.”

Another harsh twist had you wheezing then screaming, the blood-curdling sound expelling itself from your body like it was a whole separate entity beyond your control.

You didn’t even realize you were thrashing and screaming and trying to kick your mother away until the door to your trailer was kicked in, and Old Man Edgar from next door was tackling your mother to the ground.

“They sent her away after that,” you whispered to Ransom, your voice barely audible as your recollection neared its end.

Your fingers hovered over your scarred neck as phantom pain wracked you as you remembered being covered in blood, the way the Omega Control first responders had been so careful as they removed the collar from your mangled throat as your mother wept and wept in the background before being taken away by the police.

“I didn’t have anyone else but her, so…that’s why I wound up in the rescue, and I was there ever since. Well,” your lips trembled with an almost smile as you struggled to meet Ransom’s avid gaze. “Until you.”

“Jesus,” Ransom breathed, his hands gripping more than caressing now as he watched you. “Your mother sounds horrible.”

“No,” you shook your head immediately, your face falling as you looked away. “She just…she just wasn’t well. She had been through a lot, hurt by an alpha in the past, but she loved me in her own way. She was just trying to keep me safe but went about it all wrong.”

Silence stretched on for a long beat, and then another, and then finally, you felt Ransom exhale a shaky breath. He touched his lips to your forehead. “The world doesn’t deserve you and that pure, forgiving heart of yours,” he murmured against your skin. “I don’t deserve you either.”

“Yes you do!” you countered his words without hesitation. You gently framed Ransom’s face between your hands, making sure to meet his gaze without wavering as you told him, “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed about when wishing for an alpha. Kind, protective, and handsome. And you lo-” you faltered before quickly correcting yourself, “You want me despite my flaws. I think, one day, I could let you scent me there, on my neck,” you trembled at the thought alone, but persisted–determined. “Bond me, too…I just need some time.”

You leaned in, kissing Ransom as gently as you ever had before. A soft smile curled your lips as you continued speaking once you pulled away, “I know you’ll always take care of me and make me feel safe, just like a good alpha’s supposed to.”

“Of course,” Ransom replied instantly, his stomach churning and roiling at his lie.

Swallowing down the lump of emotion in his throat that came along with your unflinching belief in him–at the realization of the kind of life you had lived up until now–Ransom smoothed a hand over your head.

His gentle touch urged you to rest your cheek against his chest so you couldn’t see the way his eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he whispered, “Of course I’ll always take care of you and keep you safe, omega, because that’s what you deserve.”

AHHHHHHH! They just get me so deep in my feels, I swear 😭

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