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Defective - Chapter 3: The Clinic

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Confrontation

Chapter 2: The Favor

Summary: You are an omega living in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. You happen to make the unfortunate acquaintance of one annoying alpha triple-A whale shit hockey player Shoresy.

Notes: There was some interest in another part, so here you go, chapter 3! Let me know if you have any ideas or requests for this series plot-wise or even just some blurbs! Thank you always! <3

It was another bright and early day in Sudbury as you drove yourself over to the clinic.

You texted the red-haired man who you found out last night was named Shoresy before you left.

Hey. Leaving now. Let me know when you’re here. I’ll be outside waiting for you.

You bit your lip again, reading the text over and over again even after it was already delivered. It seemed too serious, but putting a heart emoji at the end like you wanted to was way worse.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you liked him.

Despite him being annoying, arrogant, and dumb, you felt yourself getting attached.

You knew that this was a temporary thing that would hopefully be fixed today, but it didn’t mean that you didn’t want him to stop being attracted to you.

You wish you had met like normal people do.

You wished you had a slow-burning attraction that built until you finally got together.

Instead, Shoresy made it extremely fucking clear that he wanted you and, while you liked his earnestness, it didn’t quite fit in with your whole “defective” thing.

You wished you could have the scent and the boy too.

There was a knock on your window.

You screamed before you realized who it was-Shoresy.

You laughed at yourself as you rolled the window down, before scolding him, “Shoresy!”.

“What?”, he yelled right back at you.

You rolled your eyes before realizing that the nice beta from yesterday was here with him.

“Hey”, you said to him sweetly, ignoring Shoresy.

“Hey, how are you?”, he said nicely back to you.

“Good, I’m just wondering what you’re doing here?”, you said curiously.

Sanguinet clapped Shoresy on the back, “We all share a car.”

You looked between the two men, “Who is ‘we’?”.

“Well, you know, Sanguinet here,” Shoresy said as Sanguinet offered his other hand to you to shake. “JJ, Dolo, Hitch, and Goody.”

You looked at both of them like they were crazy, “Six grown adult men share one car?”.

Shoresy immediately got defensive, “You know, we don’t actually need cars considering we live less than a mile away from where we work so…it just makes sense.”

You pointed between the two of them, remembering their tension, “You live together?”.

Sanguinet smiled, “Actually, I don’t live with them, but Shoresy and the four other guys do.”

“And Big Sexy”, Shoresy pointed out.

“Is Big Sexy what you call the guy that fucks the most or…?”, you questioned.

Shoresy rolled his eyes as Sanguinet laughed, “Big Sexy is my bird.”

You looked at him, “You are responsible enough to take care of an animal. That’s actually the first good thing I’ve heard about you.”

Sanguinet laughed before Shoresy chirped him, “Shut up Sanguinet!”.

“Shut the fuck up Shoresy!”, Sanguinet chirped right back.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, we have to get inside before you two start a fistfight out here.”

The men followed as you exited the car and walked into the clinic.

“She’s too nice to you,” Sanguinet teased Shoresy.

Shoresy rolled his eyes at Sanguinet.

If only Sanguinet knew how much he liked you.

As you approached the desk, you said to the receptionist, “Good morning! I have an appointment for Y/N Y/L/N?”.

The receptionist typed something into the computer before responding, “Okay, have a seat and we’ll call you when they’re ready.”

“Thank you”, you said as the three of you sat in the waiting room chairs in silence for a second.

You were sure you looked like an odd group.

“What’s your middle name?”, Shoresy said, breaking the silence.

“What?”, you asked.

“What’s your middle name?”, Shoresy said more insistently.

You shrugged, “Tell me your first name and I’ll tell you.”

Sanguinet interrupted, “Shoresy, you’re going to a clinic with this woman and you didn’t tell her your name? Your emotional intimacy skills are way off my guy.”

Shoresy rolled his eyes, “Okay, I barely met her yesterday so…”.

“C’mon, you literally know my first and last name now,” you said.

You sounded like a child begging their parent for something.

“You could literally stalk me and kill me by now with that information.”

“Oh my god!”, Shoresy said, surprised at the turn the conversation took.

“I’m just being real Mr. ‘Shoresy Shore’”, you scoffed as you turned your attention away from Shoresy.

“Dude is that what you told her your name was?”, Sanguinet said.

“That’s what he put himself into my phone as”, you said, causing both you and Sanguinet to laugh.

“Okay, I don’t like whatever is going on between the two of you”, Shoresy said seriously, making you and Sanguinet laugh even harder.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N?”, a nurse said, interrupting the conversation.

You nodded as you stood up and Shoresy followed you.

“We’ll be right back,” you reassured Sanguinet, who gave you a thumbs up before pulling out his phone.

“You don’t need to be so nice to him”, Shoresy whispered as the nurse led you both down a hallway.

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up in surrender, “He’s your friend.”

You made perfect sense, but the weird feeling he got in his stomach seeing Sanguinet make you laugh? Definitely his dumb alpha brain acting jealous.

“I see that you called in about possibly getting some new blockers?”, the nurse said as she set you and Shoresy up in a room.

You nodded, “Yeah. I noticed because this guy”, you pointed to Shoresy, “was able to smell me.”

The nurse looked between you two.

“Okay”, the nurse said before descending on Shoresy. “I have to ask some medical information from you as well, if that’s alright?”.

Shoresy shrugged reluctantly, “I guess”.

“That is literally the only reason I brought you here, idiot”, you said, irritated.

Shoresy rolled his eyes before turning to the nurse, “What do you want to know?”.

“Easy one, what is your name?”.

Shoresy looked at you as he said it, “Edward William Shore.”

It was so stupid to feel affection for him, you knew it, but you couldn’t help the warm feeling that flooded your chest at hearing his full name.

“Age?”.

Shoresy seemed reluctant again as he answered, “39”.

You didn’t realize that you were quite a bit younger than him, making your eyebrows raise.

He gave you a look after as if to say, “We’ll talk about it later”.

You nodded, agreeing, making Shoresy’s stomach flip.

The way you and him understood each other made him smile sweetly.

It made you smile right back at him.

“How old were you when you presented?”.

“I was 16.”

“Any abnormalities?”.

Shoresy looked at you for help as you shrugged back at him.

“Not that I know of?”.

“Okay, is your entire family alpha too?”.

“I was adopted so I don’t really know family history stuff. Sorry.”

The nurse tried to act as nonchalant as possible saying, “No worries, we just have to ask.”

You could tell by her tone that she pitied him and you didn’t have to know Shoresy-or you guess “Edward” now-that well to know that he wouldn’t like that.

“Okay…”, she said as she finished inputting the information into the computer. “Dr. Simmons will be with you shortly.”

She left the room after you and Shoresy both thanked her.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

It felt like all the air had already been sucked out of the room with only a few questions.

Shoresy didn’t say anything for the longest time, before he landed on, “Don’t tell Sanguinet what my name is.”

You nodded, mindful of the fact that Shoresy was keeping your secret as well, “As long as you don’t tell my secret…”.

You offered your hand to him, imitating the previous interaction you two had at the hockey rink.

It made Shoresy laugh hard enough that you could see his missing tooth as he shook your hand.

You pointed at your own teeth about where Shoresy’s missing tooth would be, “Hockey?”.

Shoresy nodded, “Little shit got one over on me.”

You nodded, trying to understand, before smirking, “When you play dirty, dirty shit happens to you.”

Shoresy looked at you like you grew a head or two, “You don’t even watch hockey”.

You shrugged, as if you weren’t nervous about being caught, “I just watched some stuff last night.”

Shoresy cringed a bit.

He knew what was out there and it wasn’t necessarily the type of impression he was trying to make on this girl.

You stopped his train of thought, “Don’t be embarrassed, I get it. You fucking love the game.”

You shrugged it off as if it didn’t matter how foul-mouthed he was or how many penalty minutes he had or how hard he had fucking whacked the pride of Quebec in that one game.

“You’re a fucking fighter, Shoresy.”

Shoresy looked at you as you made eye contact with him.

He’d truly never felt anything like the spark that consumed his body in that moment. Or his dick.

Just when it seemed like the tension was becoming too much, Dr. Simmons entered the room.

She looked taken aback as she looked at the state of you two, “Am I interrupting something?”.

You and Shoresy looked at each other for another second, before shaking your heads, “No.”

The doctor nodded before offering you both an awkward, “Okay…”.

You looked at Shoresy again, taking in his blown-out pupils, and felt embarrassed.

You felt the exact same way.

“So…”, the doctor began again. “I know we talked about getting you some new blockers, which we definitely will do, but I also asked you to bring the alpha who smelled you in. Is this him?”.

You nodded, “Yes, this is Shoresy.”

You looked between the two as Shoresy and her shook hands.

You hated how your brain got jealous of something so normal.

“So, basically, let’s start at the beginning,” she turned to Shoresy again as she stood between the two of you. “You smelled her first, right? Tell me about that.”

Shoresy seemed to become shy all of a sudden, his ears turning a light shade of red. You felt heat bloom in your body, both interested and afraid of what Shoresy might say.

“So…basically…I went to the Coulson one night and I started to smell something really good. It was like syrup and dip and-I don’t know…just all the things I like, but it was pretty crowded and I didn’t really know where it was coming from, and then I kept on smelling it. Like I’d go to different places around town and then finally she was just there and I couldn’t stop staring at her like…she just kept on pulling my eyes back to her and what am I supposed to do about that? And I guess she finally noticed because she came up to me yesterday and demanded to-”.

You interrupted him, “Okay, enough of that story now.”

You made eye contact with him for the first time since Dr. Simmons came into the room and felt the tension ripple through you again.

Dr. Simmons looked between you two before interrupting, “Okay, so I am going to ask you to step out for a second, Shoresy, so I can talk to Y/N alone, and then I’m going to bring you back in, so I can talk to you alone, okay?”.

Shoresy nodded, seeming shy, before leaving.

As soon as the door shut, Dr. Simmons began again, “Okay, so, of course, I am going to prescribe you new blockers. Have you ever changed blockers before?”.

You shook your head no. Dr. Simmons looked at your chart again.

“And how long have you been on those blockers?”.

You shrugged, “Pretty much since I’ve presented.”

Dr. Simmons looked at your chart again.

“No breaks?”.

You shook your head, “No breaks.”

Dr. Simmons nodded, “Have you ever had a long-term partner or tried for a baby?”.

You shook your head again, “No, not really.”

Dr. Simmons nodded, typing something in your chart, “Are you interested in either of those options?”.

You shrugged, “Yeah, of course, I am. I want to keep my options open.”

Dr. Simmons typed something into your chart again, before making eye contact with you, “I need you to be honest with me right now: Is Shoresy a part of those options?”.

You felt caught and your big eyes showed it.

Dr. Simmons smirked at your reaction before explaining, “I don’t mean that inappropriately, I just mean that if your answer to that question is even a maybe, my medical advice would be to take a break from your blockers for a short period, maybe a week or two, and see how you feel. You’ve been taking them for a long time and it may be interfering with your ability to emotionally and physically respond to potential mates.”

You nodded, understanding the information, but struggling to process it.

“Either way, I am prescribing you new blockers and you can pick them up from the pharmacy on your way home. I am also scheduling you an appointment in two weeks for both you and Shoresy. I’ll see you then. Also, tell Shoresy to come in on your way out”, Dr. Simmons said as she handed you a reminder card.

You felt yourself nod as you numbly accepted the reminder of your next appointment.

You certainly had a lot to think about on the car ride home.

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Defective - Chapter 2: The Favor

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1: The Confrontation

Summary: You are an omega living in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. You happen to make the unfortunate acquaintance of one annoying alpha triple-A whale shit hockey player named Shoresy.

Notes: Hey, so I saw that there was some interest in another part so here you go! As per usual, let me know what you think! Thanks! <3

When you got home, your whole body felt like it was made of lead.

You put your bag down and laid on the floor like a dog.

You would laugh at yourself, but you were too upset.

You’d never had this problem.

Everyone knew how society treated omegas.

They were pretty rare, about one in a million.

Because of their rarity, they were often treated differently than others.

You had once read in some book or another that some cultures loved omegas and considered them above the other classes.

They were treated almost like idols and being their mate was seen as a gift from god.

Unfortunately, you weren’t born in one of those cultures.

You were born in North America, a place that had a unique hatred of them.

Omegas were fetishized, hated, and discriminated against.

So, when you presented, you started on every type of blocker as soon as you possibly could.

You knew what it was like for other omegas.

You weren’t dumb.

You read the articles.

You saw the news.

You knew you were lucky in some respects.

The people that knew you were an omega kept it to themselves and helped you cover it up.

The people that didn’t would never know.

You were defective.

No scent, no attraction, nothing.

It was a simple lie.

It was easier to be defective than it was to be omega, but it didn’t take away the way your heart ached sometimes.

Telling that guy off didn’t change how you felt.

It made you feel worse if anything because you weren’t dumb.

He smelled delicious too.

After you spent way too long getting yourself up off the floor, playing on your phone, watching TV, and then ordering and eating something off of DoorDash, you called the local clinic.

“Hi, I’m calling about possibly getting some new blockers? The ones I’ve been using seem not to be working anymore.”

You could hear the person on the other end of the line typing.

“Okay, and what symptoms are you experiencing? Or how do you know they aren’t working?”.

You sighed, not liking what you were about to say, “An alpha was able to smell me today.”

“Please hold”, the operator said brusquely.

You were confused, but waited patiently before a different person started talking to you.

“Hello?”, they said.

“Hi?”, you responded weakly.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Simmons and a staff member told me about what was going on with you and I wanted to let you know that you should definitely come in tomorrow, preferably as soon as we open to avoid any incidents, but that you should also bring the alpha in question. Is that okay?”.

You mulled it over in your mind.

“I don’t really know the alpha, he was just a stranger.”

“I will examine you, but if we want to be sure, it’s better if you bring him in.”

You knew that you could probably figure out where he was.

It’s not like you never saw him.

You sighed, “Sure, we’ll come in tomorrow.”

You gave the doctor your information before finally hanging up.

You stood up, grabbed your purse, and walked out the door.

You had to find him.

Shoresy was frustrated to say the least.

He knew it was wrong to stare.

It was even worse to smell.

He had felt like a fucking weirdo doing it.

It was wrong and he knew that he had to make it up to her.

But, until then, he did the only thing that provided any stress relief (and frankly provided most of his stress as well): Hockey.

He suited up, went out onto the ice, and went to work.

Shooting pucks deep, working on his speed, stretching, the usual drills.

Until that smell hit his nose again.

It made him pause.

Was he truly going crazy? Imagining a smell that wasn’t there?

He closed his eyes in frustration.

He hated the thought, but maybe he actually needed to get checked out or something.

“Hey”, your voice flooded into his ears like a cold tide, waking him up as you announced yourself.

His eyes opened as you descended down into the rows of seats.

Wow, he must be really going insane then, but what a wonderful way to end.

“I know you’re probably mad and confused and all sorts of things, I am too, but I need to ask you a favor.”

He looked at you with his ice blue eyes and your stomach did a flip.

The look was analytical, cold, and unpleasant.

You knew that he didn’t know you that well, but he probably didn’t like you that much after what you pulled at Peppi Panini.

Usually, what a random alpha thinks about you wouldn’t matter too much, but it made your heart twist uncomfortably as you descended lower and lower into the rink.

“What kind of favor?”, Shoresy said.

His tone was serious, but he punctuated the statement with a smirk.

He couldn’t be too mad at you then.

You rolled your eyes at him.

“A medical favor?”, you said, unsure of what to call it.

Shoresy scoffed, “What the fuck is a ‘medical favor’”?”.

You laughed at his mocking tone.

Shoresy’s heart did a flip.

First time he made her laugh, but hopefully not the last.

“I need you to come with me in the morning to the clinic.”

Shoresy looked at you like you were crazy.

You knew you were to be asking him, but it wasn’t a great feeling to get that look from someone else.

“Why the fuck would you need me to go with you to a doctor’s appointment, huh?”, he said, mocking as ever. “Need an adult to go with you? Mommy couldn’t make it?”.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I need to get new blockers because your dumbass can smell me for some reason and the doctor told me to bring you.”

Shoresy looked at you curiously, seeming to process the information before his eyes widened and he grinned, “So you are an omega?”.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, yes, fine, you win, idiot. I am an omega.”

His smile grew until the crow's feet around his eyes appeared.

He was so fucking smug, it was awful. He didn’t even have to say anything to you and you knew it.

What was worse is that it only made him more attractive to you, but you had to be stern.

Your tone became deadly serious, “But you better not fucking tell anyone. Ever. And I fucking mean it. I actually like it in Sudbury and if anyone finds out and some shit happens to me and I have to move to some stupid fucking place, I will rip you open a new asshole, man.”

Shoresy knew what you were saying to him was serious and he would never ever dream of telling anyone, but it was extremely hard for him to focus when you were just standing there looking like a goddamn angel sitting in his barn.

“Come down here”, Shoresy said to you.

You rolled your eyes, “Why?”.

“If I’m going to make you a promise, I need a handshake.”

Your whole body seemed to become nervous and Shoresy clocked it.

“It’s way easier for you to come up here than for me to come down there.”

“Can you just trust me?”, Shoresy said, as he made eye contact with you.

You hated how he didn’t really even have to convince you.

As you walked down to meet him on the ice, every hair on Shoresy’s body stood up.

He hated to admit that he was excited by the thought of any contact with you.

He skated over to the side of the ice to meet you.

You both looked over each other.

You laughed at his uniform, “Holy fuck you look dumb.”

Shoresy rolled his eyes, “You’d swear you’ve never seen a hockey uniform before.”

“I don’t do sports, so no, not really.”

Shoresy jaw dropped, “That almost makes me not want to shake your hand anymore.”

“Almost?”, you teased as you looked up at him.

Shoresy squirmed under your attention.

Give your balls a tug!, he thought to himself.

He took your hand into his, before shaking it, “You smell too fucking good to not want you closer.”

You had to bite your lip as hard as possible to prevent yourself from smiling.

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