#beau alren x you

[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Part 13

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! None this chapter really. Some anxiety if you know where to look. 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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"Easy Beau," Y\N said as she helped him step into the patio that led to his front door. "You don't want to push yourself too hard and end up right back in the hospital."

"I'm fine sweetheart," Beau insisted, "it's my shoulder that's fucked up not my legs."

"Don't be stubborn Beau, you heard what the doctor said, as the suppressant shot wears off you could feel lightheaded, and you're still pretty weak."

She should have known by now that scolding Beau would do no good. The man was stubborn to a fault, but he was also stronger than she gave him credit for.

"You sure you're okay staying here darlin," Beau questioned as she helped him unlock the door. "We can go to your place to do this if you're more comfortable."

Y\N helped Beau sit down on his sofa, she was pretty sure neither of them wanted to venture to the bedroom yet. Seeing as the last time they were in there she was giving him chest compressions.

"It's fine Beau, doctor said you'd probably come off of the suppressant faster if you were in a more familiar environment, besides, it might make the claim go easier if you're somewhere you feel safe and familiar."

Beau sighed heavily and sat deeper into the sofa.

"I'd never hurt you, Omega. You should know that by now."

"I do know that," Y\N insisted as she locked the door and moved to sit next to Beau on the couch. "But physically you have been through a lot of shit, and I want this to be as stress free as possible."

Beau nodded but she could tell by the disgruntled look on his face he was nowhere near satisfied and there was something bothering him. She didn't know quite what yet, but when he was ready, he would let her know. If he was going to be her Alpha, she had to learn to trust him. She knew that wasn't going to be easy, but like Jenny said, what in life worth having ever was. The almost two weeks she'd spent in the hospital getting to know Beau while he recovered told her he was definitely worth every bit of baggage and emotional damage. He was a good man. Despite everything he'd been through.

"I wish they would have never given me those shots in the hospital to suppress my rut. I know they had to, but I hate the way they make me feel."

Y\N helped him remove his jacket and knelt down in front of him to help him out of his boots and socks.

"It is almost like being asleep, and you know subconsciously you need to go to the bathroom, and you're dreaming about needing to go, but in your dream, you can't seem to find a place to go. It's tormenting."

Y\N stood, Beau's boots still in hand as she pondered his analogy. It wasn't one she would have used herself, but she could see where it would be the most accurate one. 

"Well, I guess that's one way to describe it," she admitted after a few minutes.

"Oh, come on, you can't tell me that's never happened to you!" Beau voiced as he watched her strip her own jacket and shoes. 

"I mean, yeah, I guess," she chuckled to herself. "I would have just never thought to use it as an actual analogy."

It felt almost normal between, easy even and that was an improvement to where they were the last time, they had found themselves at Beau's trailer. 

Beau shuffled himself deeper into the sofa and released a long show breath.

"I wish there was something I could do to make it wear off faster, cause you look miserable," Y\N admitted as she sat down next to him. "You look like you're trying not to crawl out of your skin."

Beau's eyes drifted towards the small picture in the frame that sat next to the couch. It was a picture of himself and his daughter.

"Everything's gonna change for me again," he admitted, "and I don't even know what to tell my baby."

Y\N swallowed thickly. When it came to things like this, it was all new to her. Beau had warned her that he came with a ready-made family. She knew what she was walking into. That didn't make it any less confusing, or scary.

"She's not a baby anymore Beau. I mean sure, she's your baby. But she is also a smart, beautiful young lady who would probably rather her dad to be open and real with her, instead of treating her like a child."

Beau sat there for a while and thought about it, and for a moment, she thought that she’d made him angry. Then he softened. 

“You’re right, I know you’re right, but it’s hard for me to make that transition between talking to her like a child and talking to her like an adult that she’s becoming. She’s been through so much with her mother and herself, I don’t want to put her through any more heartache.”

Y/N could understand that, even though he had never had children, she could see how that would be a hard transition, especially considering all they had been through as a family. 

“If you want me too, I’ll be there with you when you talk to her,” Y/N offered, but Beau just shook his head no. 

“That might not be a good idea. I think she would prefer hearing it from me alone.”

Y/N nodded, determined to not let it get to her. “I just want you to know that I’m here for you.” 

“I have a tough time, ya know, learning to let people in, let them help me, and I know that, but I hope you don’t think I’m pushing you away at all.”

“I don’t think that Beau, I know that this isn’t going to be easy, and I’m more understanding than you give me credit for.”

“Enough with the heavy for the night,” Beau voiced, suddenly stopping the conversation mid-stream. “I don’t have to wear that fucking sling anymore, and I can move my arm now. How about we just go lay down in bed and be close to each other for a while. Just be together without all the heavy drama and shit?”

Y/N had to agree, it did feel a lot like since the moment they met, there was some sort of drama and things going on around them. It would be nice to not deal with that for once, and just let the chips fall wherever they may, because it did seem like the more, they tried to fix things around them, the worse things always seemed to get. So, Beau’s suggestion wasn’t deflecting, It was more suggesting to just, for now, let shit go.

“I actually kinda like that Idea,” Y/N admitted, grabbing the hand that Beau had extended to her, and standing with him to follow him into the small bedroom of the trailer. 

That’s when the nerves really started to hit her and take their toll. Her stomach churned slightly. She was always afraid that even though they’d already crossed the sex boundry together, and even though they had both seen one another naked, there was always that fear that he’d just openly reject her, or suddenly decide he didn’t like what he saw, even though the blood test said they were true mates. When it comes to a man as attractive as Beau Arlen, it was hard not to be self-conscious, and nitpick at every little personal imperfection. 

Beau let go of her hand long enough to strip himself down to his boxers and climb into bed to hold the covers up for her to follow suit. She hesitated, but only for a moment before she quickly stripped herself down to her bra and panties.

As soon as she made her way next to him under the covers, he pulled her carefully into his arms, minding his still tender shoulder, and buried his face in her hair, allowing her to be completely wrapped up in everything that was Beau Arlen, the warmth of his skin against her own, his scent, his large hands tracing every inch of skin they could reach as he nosed alone her scent glands, allowing himself to breathe her in as deep as he possibly could manage. 

There was a safety there, a comfort she’d never really experienced before. The beginning of a bond that went deeper than sex, because really, mating was just a small part of the Alpha and his Omega. Really, it was about KNOWING one another. It was about knowing every freckle that dusted his skin, it was about knowing every touch that made her shiver as his calloused hands ghosted over her skin. It was about knowing the security and comfort one another could find when everything else around them seemed so cold and so cruel. 

It was easy, laying there like that, getting to know his scent, and letting him get to know her own. It was natural, and for the first time since all this started, she had a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe this was going to work out between them after all, and maybe, just maybe, they really were meant to be.

Y/N’s fingers trailed their way through his hair, and down the skin of his neck until she felt a small, raised section of skin like a scar that stopped her musing, and she immediately sat up to see what it was, afraid that he was sick again, or something was wrong, like it always was but she could only find a small scar there, one that looked much like a small burn where an Omega would have their mating gland, and she traced it curiously. 

“When an Alpha’s rejected by his Omega, we scar too, even though we don’t have a claiming mark necessary, or even a bonding gland the way you do, it still burns us, we go through the same hurt and sickness when the bond breaks,” Beau explained, and for a second, she felt like her whole world had crushed her. It made a fresh wave of hatred boil in her gut towards Carla. She’d hurt him, not only emotionally, but physically as well. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that Beau,” she said, attempting to swallow down her anger, but Beau just pulled her back down into his arms, and wrapped her tighter to him in the blankets. 

“It’s okay, I survived it, not all Alphas are so lucky. Besides, if she wouldn’t have pushed me away, I might have never found you, and then I would have just been miserable my whole life, her too, because she was tied to someone that was not her Alpha. It was meant to happen the way it happened. At least I still have my baby girl out of it, and that’s all that matters. At the time it was a reason to live, had I known you were out there, maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so bad.”

Y/N snuggled down into his hold and held onto him a little tighter. She couldn’t reverse the damage that had been done to him, but she could make the memory bearable, and that was something she wasn’t going to mad about, she’d just have to try her best to make it better this time around.

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[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Part 11

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! SO MUCH FUCKING AGNST!!! Possible suicidal ideations. REALLY BAD CLIF HANGER ENDING, (I’m already ducking from the @’s in my mentions over this one).

Word Count: 2644

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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The weight that sat heavily on Y/N’s chest was almost suffocating as they made their way up the driveway towards Beau’s little trailer. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, even to herself, this place still had the same, homey feel to it that it had the night she pulled up to it when Beau was first in rut. 

But even the quaint little homey feel of the atmosphere of the place couldn’t take away from the reality that existed between the Alpha and the Omega that sat in the car as she put it in park. 

Beau, aside from asking to go home when they’d gotten in the car had not said a word, he’d just held his phone in his hand, maybe sending a text message or two to who was most likely Emily, and then just sat there staring out of the window next to him. 

“You don’t have to stay here and watch this,” Beau said suddenly as she killed the engine, and turned slightly to face him. “I’ll make sure I’ll leave a note, so when they find me, they will know it was my call to come back here, and they won't be able to pin anything like neglecting your Alpha on you.”

Y/N sat there with her throat damn near closing in on itself, the crushing weight she’d felt earlier became all that more heavy with the reality of JUST what he’d planned to do. One way or another, whether it be going Feral and the fever killing him, or by his own hand, he didn't plan to live through this. 

“I’m sorry you got pulled into all of this in the first place,” Beau continued. “It was never my intention to hurt you. It was never my intention to ruin your life. It was never what I wanted to do. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to drag you into this shit with me, and you shouldn’t have to be subjected to sit and watch me die.”

“Beau, no—”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend,” Beau interrupted her as he placed a shaking hand on the door of the car, but this time when she placed her hand on his thigh, he didn’t jerk away. “I didn’t give you a whole lot of reasons to like me. True Mates or not. I can’t ask you to jump in here and fix this. I made this mess. I have to lie down and die in it. It’s only fair.”

“Fuck fair Beau,” she yelled at him, and he flinched back slightly as if she’d burned him. “I don’t give a damn what you deserve, I”m not just gonna let you go into that trailer and die!”

Beau opened his mouth to argue, but grimaced as he instead, bringing his hand up to his head as if to block out some sort of blinding pain, and she instinctively reached to support him as he swayed in his seat. His skin was boiling to the touch, she was pretty sure as the night went, it would only get worse, which did NOT leave them a lot of time to sit there in the driveway to work out their multitude of issues. 

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” she said, jerking the driver’s side door open, and jumping out of the car to hurry up and open the passenger side door. Beau just looked up at her, completely drained and defeated. 

“I mean it Omega go home, you don’t have to stay and watch this,” he pressed, but she just sank down to his level, not missing the harsh smell of rut that suddenly clouded the air between them, making a tense, hard situation that much worse. 

“Listen to me Alpha,” she stated, doing her best to hide all the fear and hurt that was welling up in her voice. She could not show weakness, or else this would never work. Beau bared his teeth slightly at the title, and it did cross her mind that he could snap at any moment, but for some reason, she wasn’t afraid of him, more of the repercussions that might come from them mating again if he rejected her. “You might be a few years older than me and stubborn and bullheaded as hell, but I can assure you, I”m just as stubborn and bullheaded, and I don’t run just because an Alpha wants me too. So get the fuck out of the car and into the trailer, or I will call Jenny, and she can help me drag you out.”

Beau’s nostrils flared, but he said nothing, just clumsily clambered to his feet before making his way up to the deck to the mall, metal framed door. 

She followed along close behind him, determined to make sure he couldn’t hurry through the door and shut it in her face, cause she thought he might actually try that, but he didn’t, he didn’t even bother trying to close the door. He just stumbled into the trailer, and left the door open for her to follow him in, which made her hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t totally given up yet. 

When she got into the trailer, closing and locking the door behind her, she found Beau, sitting on the edge of his bed, with a picture of Emily in his hand, and the family he’d lost. 

She didn’t understand it really, why he still clung to the Omega that didn’t want him, that had clearly rejected him. She didn’t know if it was the child that held him to it, but she wanted badly to pull him out of it. Show him that he still had a good bit of life ahead of him. If he’d just open the fuck up and quiet pushing her away, maybe even with her. 

Even though he’d rejected her, even though he’d hurt her beyond words, she still didn’t have it in her to think that he was a bad guy. For some reason, whether it was an unintentional bond or what, but she had a feeling he was hiding behind a lot of hurt, but she still really had not seen the REAL Beau Arlen, and she just couldn’t give up on him. Something deep inside of herself just wouldn’t let her. No matter how much she wanted to preserve her sanity. She couldn’t leave him here alone to die. 

So she forced her feet to move, and to sit down on the bed next to him. He didn’t even look up at the dip of the mattress, just sighed heavily as he looked down at the photo in his hands. His thick fingers reaching down to trace the photo in his hand as he did so, a drop of dark, red blood fell onto his hand in almost a cruel, poetic gesture. 

“Beau, you need to lay down,” she voiced as she stood to find a tissue or something to clean the blood up that was slowly dripping from his nose, but he just shrugged and whipped it away on his sleeve as if it didn’t matter. 

“Laying down, sitting up, it won't matter either way in a few hours,” he voiced, almost as if their thoughts were connected in some way, and maybe they were, and neither of them realized it. 

“Beau you can’t just give up,” she tried, but he just shook his head and sat the picture back down on his bedside table. 

“DOn’t really have much of a choice do I?” he questioned, looking down at the blood stain that was now on his sleeve. 

“Yes you do,” she argued, and he lifted his gaze to stare at her, his expression and eyes completely unreadable. 

“That what you really want? For me to do what instinct is telling me too? Tie you to me? Hmm? A recovering alcoholic and an Alpha that’s WAY past his prime? Someone with a teenage daughter and an ex-wife, who, as long as Emily is alive, will always be in the picture?” 

He waited, stared her down, but she didn’t budge, the tension in the air almost palpable between them. She knew he was trying to scare her, but for some reason, she wasn’t afraid. Even though maybe she should have been. 

“What about the fact that every day I get up and go into work,” he continued, indicating to his injured shoulder, “that there is a good chance I won't come home alive. Is that something you really, REALLY want to be stuck with? Have you ever seen what happens to an Omega when the Alpha dies, when the bond is broken? It’s not pretty. So no darlin, the way I see it, to keep me from hurting anyone else, dying is the only option I really got.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” she said, shaking her head with annoyance. 

“Stubborn, selfish, worthless, drunk… I had someone tell me once that at least I was pretty, so I guess there’s that.”

Y/N blinked at him as if she’d been slapped in the face at his little confession, and even though she was gawking, she couldn’t find it in her to care, because she didn’t know how to slap Beau, or whoever told him something like that.

“Who the fuck told you that?” She finally forced herself to ask, and Beau snorted. 

“Carla,” he admitted, and the anger rose up in her faster than she thought possible. If she had time, she’d probably drive over to her house and beat her face in, but she didn’t think Beau would live that long, so time wasn’t an option, but when this was over, she and Carla were going to have one hell of a come to Jesus meeting. 

“That is such a fucking lie,” she said, and he looked at her as if he was getting tired of this conversation, or maybe he was just deteriorating, and it was getting harder for him to focus. 

“You don’t even know me.”

“Only because you won't let me get to know you Beau! You’ve got these walls up that you think is helping everyone else around you, but all you’re doing is killing yourself! I was more than willing to take ALL of that you said when I drove up here a few days ago! YOU were the one that backed out and brought a fucking plan B pill! I don’t care that you're older than me, I don’t care that you’ve had a pup with another woman. So what, you’ve had drinking problems in the past, who doesn’t have their share of issues. So what, your job is dangerous. Beau, I would have been more than glad that you decided to claim me. But you decided you didn’t want me. Not the other way around. I would have been glad to get to know you. Even the ugly parts you didn’t want me to see.”

Beau said nothing, he just sat there, looking at the floor. She wanted to scream at him more, slap him, kick him, do anything to make him move. Make him save himself. She didn’t know how much clearer she had to be to get him to understand that she was in this for the long hall, because, for some reason she didn’t even understand herself, she just couldn’t walk away from him. 

“If we do this,” Beau said after a moment, “It’s permanent. There’s no going back. There’s no taking it back. There’s no fixing it.”

Y/N said nothing, she just slipped her sweater off of her shoulders, and pulled her hair up into a tighter messy bun. Beau watched, his eyes taking in every movement she made. 

“If I was going to run Beau,” she said as she dropped the sweater on the floor. “Don’t you think I’d have done it by now? I’m not afraid of your job, I’m not afraid of your ex-wife. I’m not afraid of your daughter. The only one that I’m afraid of is you.”

“You have no reason to be afraid of me,” Beau stated, but she couldn’t tell if it was because he was starting to lose it completely, or if it was because he was in pain. “I’d blow my brains out right here before I let myself snap and hurt you.”

“That’s not what I’m afraid of Alpha,” she clarified, and he cocked his head in confusion. “I’m afraid of what your rejection, when you wake up from this rut, and from whatever this fever really is, and figure out again that it’s not what you want, that I’M not what you want, and you pack another pill in here for me to take and send me on my way. I won't live through it this time. It will kill me. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Beau’s eyes shifted around the room as he shook his head furiously, and she thought that just for a second he was going to tell her to get out. 

“I wasn’t trying to reject you Omega, I just wanted to give you an out if you wanted it. I didn’t want you to be tied to me if you didn’t want to be, and if you didn’t want me, I’d have let you go, but I also did want to deal with another pup I’d never get to see, so I just had it there as an alternative IF and only IF you wanted it. I would have never made you take that pill. It wasn’t a rejection. I was just trying to give you a choice.”

Y/N’s eyes locked with his, desperate to try and read him. Desperate to try and figure out if he was lying to her to save himself. But she could detect no lies in his green eyes that seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer by the moment. Just pain. A lot of pain. 

“Then why didn’t you claim me?” She questioned directly, and he winced as he tried to sit back against the headboard. 

“Because I didn’t think you wanted me too.”

It was such a simple answer, such a simple little thing, one she never would have thought of in a million years, because what Alpha ever cared about what the Omega wanted in the deal. They just took and took until they got what they needed, and nothing more was ever said about it. That’s why she thought he’d rejected her when he hadn’t claimed her. It was a misunderstanding. One that almost killed them both. One that still might kill him. All because he wouldn't communicate when he needed to the most. 

Y/N was suddenly desperate to save him. Suddenly determined to fix it. Fix what they’d both stupidly broken, when she stood up and moved closer to him, grabbing his hand that was resting on the side of him in her own. His eyes were closed now, and his mouth opened slightly as his chest heaved with every breath he took. His scent was almost suffocating in the confined space. They were running out of time. 

“Then take it Alpha, take what you need, claim me. I’m literally giving you my verbal permission. We can figure out the rest when you live through it. Please.”

Beau forced his head up to look at her that had lulled strangely to his injured shoulder. His face was red. The fever was dangerously high. There was more blood pooling just at the end of his nose, ready to fall at any moment. But he nodded, and tried to sit up, then immediately, as if in some cruel joke by the universe, or maybe both of their own stupidity, his eyes rolled, and his body fell backward onto the bed, limp, and barely breathing. 

To Be Continued…..

Tumblr wouldn’t let me tag it guys, I’m sorry. I’ll try rebloging with the tags later tonight, but honestly I’m not hopeful it will let me. I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused. 

[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Chapter 12

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Tense medical situations. I’m sure I’ll botch medical terms in there somewhere lmao. 

Word Count: 2436

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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She didn’t remember calling the ambulance. She didn’t remember doing CPR on him. She didn’t remember any of it. All she remembered doing was screaming. She thought she had lost him, and honestly, for a moment, the paramedics thought she might have. Had she not been doing CPR on him she would have lost him permanently. When they got to his trailer, along with a panicked Jenny, his fever was 105 degrees F. 

She vaguely remembered that Jenny was the one who pulled her away from him so that the paramedics could get to work.  There were multiple people all around her that were telling her that she saved his life, but honestly, she felt like she’d killed him, all because all the times he’d tried to tell her why he’d brought the pill that morning, she wouldn’t listen to him, and now, it’d escalated to this. 

“Sweetie, you need to calm down,” Jenny said, handing her a cup of coffee that Y/N took with shaking hands, but didn’t even bother drinking. “He’s gonna be okay, but he’s gonna need you in one piece when he’s allowed to see you again. You’re no good to him if you’ve given yourself a nervous breakdown.”

“This is all my fault Jenny!” Y/N whisper yelled at the blonde woman sitting next to her. “If I would have just listened to him, let him tell me what his intentions were, but no, I had to be bull headed and stubborn, and now this.”

“Y/N, you heard what that paramedic told you, and I swear to God that doctor is gonna spend time in federal prison over this! Rut, or Rut Fever did not cause his fever. He’s sepsis. He has an infection. Is he in rut right now, yes, but it’s from being in close quarters with his True Mate without consummating the claim. They even did the blood test to prove it when you both got here. Rut Fever doesn’t get that high, even when they’re feral. That doctor is a sick fuck who lied and neglected him and refused to treat him. Nothing you and Beau did, or didn’t do, caused this.”

Y/N wanted to believe her, she really did. But it was hard, because she’d believed the doctor so completely, even if it was subconciously. It had made sense at the time. Just when they’d agreed to fix it. It all went so wrong again. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. 

“I want to see him,” Y/N said for what was the thousandth time. He was critical when they’d gotten to Beau’s trailer, so the ambulance wouldn’t let her ride with them to the hospital. Every time she closed her eyes all she saw his limp body laying on that gurney as they carried him out of his trailer. It was an image that would haunt her nightmares for years, and years, to come. 

“When I went and asked how he was doing just now the nurse said that his temp was coming down, and that he was stable and resting comfortably. As soon as his fever is under complete control, and he’s awake, they will come and get us to let us see him,” Jenny assured her, but Y/N felt like it was taking too long, and rightfully so, she had some serious trust issues with doctors at the moment. 

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” she questioned, and Jenny dead panned. 

“The rut hormone is still very present in his system,” Jenny argued. “He is gonna wanna see you. Hell, when he’s ready to get out of here, he’s got to go with you if he wants to leave as long as the hormone is present. Which, from what I’m told, will be present until he claims you.”

Y/N nodded, looking down at the dark liquid in the cup she still clutched untouched between her hands. 

“That’s what’s bad about this biology we have,” Jenny continued. “Sometimes, our genetics, fate, whatever you wanna call it chooses for us. If he doesn’t claim you, or if he claims you, and you reject him, yes, eventually he will go feral and it will kill him. He knows that. You know that. But what happened tonight had nothing to do with any of that. He’s nowhere near feral.”

“Yeah, well, maybe biology got it wrong, cause it doesn’t really feel like Beau and I were meant to be. Every time we get close to fixing this shit, or one another, everything goes south in a hurry,” Y/N revealed, and Jenny nodded thoughtfully next to her. 

“You know, nothing worth having is ever gonna come easy, and I promise you, that man laying in there on that hospital bed is worth fighting for. He’s a stubborn, bullheaded Alpha, he talks too damn much. He tends to put his foot in his mouth. But that man in there loves hard, and I always knew he'd be a good Alpha for whatever woman is lucky enough to have him. You guys are meant for each other, or it wouldn't be so damn hard.”

Somewhere deep down, Y/N knew Jenny was right. She knew it. Still, sitting there alone in that hospital room, her ‘Alpha’ was very, very, sick, and she couldn’t see him. She felt like life had totally bottomed out from under her. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A voice sounded from the door, and Y/N stood up so fast her head spun slightly, with Jenny hot on her heels. 

“Yes! That’s me!”

“Your Alpha is asking for you. He’s awake and won't calm down until his Omega is with him. He’s in a deep rut, and is very agitated,” she explained as she led the way down the hallway of rooms and random room numbers that Y/N wasn’t paying attention to. 

“How’s the fever?” Y/N questioned, and the nurse came to a stop in front of a door with the number 11 on it. 

“Down to 99.8,” she informed her, and Y/N literally breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I’m sorry,” the nurse turned to Jenny, who was standing right beside Y/N next to Beau’s door. “But because he’s in rut, we can’t allow another Alpha in the room with him right now, the doctor said just his Omega, we don’t want him to get irritated again, and his blood pressure rise.”

Jenny nodded knowingly before turning to the Y/N. “Let me know how he’s doing. I’ve got to go back to the station.”

Y/N tried to attempt a smile, but it failed somewhere on her face, her mind was too heavy to smile. She had no idea what she was walking into with Beau, and now she had to walk into it alone. Sure, she wanted to see him, but she didn’t know if she was as ready to face him as she thought she was. 

The nurse opened the door, and Y/N stepped inside as it closed tightly behind her. Beau was laying on the bed, arm propped up on pillows instead of in a sling, IV’s and machines seemed to be hooked to him, and she was pretty sure one of those was a dialysis machine, and her heart dropped to her feet. Had his kidneys failed too?

Beau, hearing the door close, turned to look at her standing here, and reached for her with his good arm and her heart shattered. He looked pathetic. It was hard not to just sit on the floor and cry. 

“You scared the hell out of me,” Y/N admitted as she made her way to his bedside, and he quickly grabbed her hand on his own, holding onto it tightly. 

“I scared the fuck out of myself too,’ he admitted. “Apparently that doctor we saw earlier is a quack, and damn near killed me all because he was pissed you weren’t walking around with my claim on your neck.”

Y/N nodded, looking off out the window as a sudden realization dawned on her. 

“Yeah… Jenny said she was headed back to the station, but I got a feeling she might be going to rip that doctor’s throat out.”

Beau chuckled to himself. “Most likely.”

“I’m sorry Beau, I feel like this is all my fault.”

“It’s not,” he answered quickly. “The doctor said most likely they either didn’t clean the wound well enough, or there is a fragment of bullet left behind that caused an infection that got into my bloodstream and into my kidneys. The fever from the infection brought on a seizure that brought on respiratory destress. You had nothing to do with that sweetheart, that was that idiot doctor’s fault. As soon as they get the infection under control, they’re going to put me under and take a deeper look at the wound, probably tomorrow, and I’ll be fine.”

Beau grimaced and looked away from her. She panicked, and reached for the nurses button, but he stopped her.

“I’m okay, It’s just my rut,” he said. It’s just really hard not to pull you down here with me right now,” he admitted with a dark laugh. 

“I don’t think the hospital staff would appreciate that,” she voiced, and Beau just rolled his eyes. 

“You know, in Texas, when an Alpha is deep in rut as I am right now, they give the Alpha and their Omega a private room so that they can handle what they need to handle without being interrupted.”

“Beau,” she said, narrowing her gaze at him. “I don’t think that you’re physically able to knot anyone right now.”

Beau growled under his breath, and she had a feeling that if she would have understood whatever he was saying it would have pissed her off, so she left it alone. Alphas tend to be more than a little on the filthy side of the gutter when they’re in rut, and that usually means comments that were slap worthy. It was the first time she’d seen Beau like this since she’d picked him up from the hospital, which meant he was feeling better.

“Well, will you at least come lay up here next to me?” He pleaded, and he looked so fucking pathetic, she didn’t want to tell him no. He had a way of pulling a puppy dog face that would just melt her and she was pretty sure he knew what he was doing, but he looked so down and pathetic she didn’t want to scold him for it. 

“What if I hurt you?” she asked, and he rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“You’re not going to hurt me, Omega,” he insisted. “Just about everything they got hooked up to me is on one side, just... Please?”

“Fine,” she relented, narrowing her lips at him with disdain, but he didn’t seem to mind, judging by the victorious smirk on his lips. “But if we get yelled at, you’re explaining to them it was your idea.”

“As freaked out as everyone was when I got here, I’m pretty sure I could get away with murder,” he revealed as she settled herself next to him, and as soon as she touched him, she watched as his body visibly relaxed next to her. Apparently having her close really did help, he wasn’t lying about that. 

“How long have you been awake?” She questioned, and Beau sighed as he nosed around her hair, attempting to catch her scent the best he could in his weakened and somewhat incapacitated state. 

“‘Bout thirty minutes, I think. The doctor pissed me off, and that’s when they came to get you.”

“What happened?” she questioned, suddenly curious. 

“Well, he threatened to call Alpha protective services because I was in a deep rut, and you were walking around without a claim mark on your neck. He asked if you were the reason you weren’t claiming, if you were fighting the claim, and I snapped.”

Y/N sat up suddenly very angry. “Why the fuck are these doctor’s stuck on that?! I swear to God! So what, you’re in rut, and I’m not claimed! Did they ever think that maybe the fact that you’ve been, oh, I don’t know, shot, septic, and nearly died as a damn good reason as to WHY I haven’t been claimed!”

Y/N looked down to find Beau smirking proudly, and she would have slapped him had he been in better physical shape. 

“He didn’t ask that until after he explained to me that I was sick, and not dying of rut fever. I think he was just concerned that I even thought that, and assumed you were fighting the claim. After I nearly bit his head off and told him what happened at the rapid care clinic, and that we were about to carry out the claim when I blacked out and had a seizure, then kinda stopped breathing, he changed his tune.”

“Wait, that was a seizure?” Y/N questioned, and Beau nodded. 

“Apparently, the fever caused a seizure, the seizure caused me to go into respiratory distress, and then the ambulance showed up. If you weren’t doing CPR on me, I probably wouldn’t be here, or I’d be braindead.”

Y/N shuttered, and held Beau a little tighter, or as tight as she could without hurting him. She didn’t like to even think about what happened, or almost happened to him. It made her sick to her stomach. She came so close to losing him. She still somehow felt as though it was her fault. 

“When we get out of here, I’m going to finish what we started, the right way,” he promised, nuzzling into her hair and leaving little kisses to the top of her forehead. 

He was tired, she could tell he was tired just by looking at him, but he was alive, and that’s all that mattered, they’d worry about the claim when he was better. They would work it out. It didn’t matter, as long as he was still here and breathing, that’s all that mattered. 

“Sleep Alpha, I’ll be here when you wake up, they’d have to arrest me to get me out of the bed, and considering who you are, I don’t think that the arrest is likely.”

“It would be funny for them to call Jenny to have her arrest you though, kinda hot too.”

“Don’t push it Alpha,” she warned, and he chuckled to himself, no longer able to keep his eyes open as the amount of drugs and pain medication they gave him started to take its toll. 

Maybe when they got out of here, then he could claim her like he should have done the night she’d shown up at his trailer. Then maybe, just maybe, this hell would be over and they could start their life together…

Forever:

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[jawritter]

Yes Sir Kinktober 2022, ep. 3

Summary: A little alone time with your boss...

Warnings: 18 + Only, NSFW, Sir Kink, Oral (Male receiving), P & V, light hairpulling, Rough Smut. (It’s pretty much p*rn with a plot, so Mature audiences only.)

Word Count: 404

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

A/N: This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden. Sorry this one is posted a day behind schedule; work doesn’t like me lmao. 

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“Fucking Beautiful,” Beau praised, and Y/N hummed happily around his cock as he trusts deep into her mouth and down her throat, causing her to gag slightly and for him to groan as her throat contracted around his swollen head. 

“You like that don’t,” he continued, gripping her hair tightly, holding it back out of her face for her. “Choking on my cock like that.”

She hummed again and he groaned as his hips stammered before he pulled himself away from her harshly, and she whined at the loss. 

“On your feet,” he growled as he stood sharply and kicked the chair out of the way. 

She scrambled to her feet, and Beau roughly manhandled her around, before learning her over the desk and ripping her dress up to her waist and her panties to the side, rubbing his throbbing length against her dripping cunt, and she moaned pathetically as he grabbed a handful of her hair again, turning her face to the side. 

“Want me to fuck you sweetheart, right here, on this desk, where anyone could walk in and see you stretched out all pretty and needy on my cock like this?” Beau questioned, and all she could do was moan in response as he slapped her ass hard enough to echo through the small office. 

“Use your words baby girl,” he demanded, “or else I’m gonna leave you all wet and horny to go out there and finish the book, only one of us is gonna cum if you don’t learn to use your words, and it ain’t gonna be you.”

“Yes,” she squeaked as his fingers round her swollen clit, rubbing harshly before he slapped her pussy, sending a wet swatting sound throughout the room, and her pussy contracting and releasing around nothing. 

“Excuse me? Yes, what? Where are your manners Darlin’?”

“Yes Sir,” she corrected, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear, and knowing he would absolutely send her back out there a mess without fucking her, and God, she needed him to fuck her. 

“Good girl,” he growled, slamming his full length into her clinching heat in one swift thrust, his hand coming over to cover her mouth to stop the scream from echoing through the room as she damn near fell apart on just his intrusion. “Now, be a good girl and be quiet for me. It'd be a shame if we got caught in here.”

Forever:

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