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Blitzø presented at thirteen. It didn’t go well.
Fizz and Barbie had both presented the year prior. Both alphas. Both exactly the image Cash wanted to present.
But Blitzø?
He knew as soon as the signs hit him. The pre-heat.
Omega.
Cash was pissed. Tilla did everything she could to support Blitzø. Protect him. Things with his father only got worse after that.
Fizz and Barbie pack bonded with him, of course. Kept him safe. Guarded him.
Blitzø hated his designation. Hated how the world looked down at him even more. An omega imp? That was just a joke of a being.
After the fire. After he lost his pack, his family, he made a choice. He wouldn't live like this. He would become something more than his designation. More than his race.
His father beat him. Of course he did. The fire was his fault. His mom died. Fizz almost did. Barbie hated him. He deserved it.
He ran from the hospital, best he could with his injuries. It was as he collapsed in an alley that he fist saw it. Proudly displayed in a window. Something he didn’t know existed. Had never been offered.
Heat suppressants.
Blitzø snuck in and stole some. He was done.
A few months later he discovered pheromone spray in Lust. A way to smell like an alpha. To mask his identity.
He took some of that too. It was time to start his new life.
***
Being an alpha, it turns out, is much easier, even as an imp. People didn’t eye him like a piece of meat. He was able to find a job. An apartment. Even a girlfriend.
Except he spent every moment with her fearing the truth would come out. And what would happen if it did.
As it turned out, all succubi and incubi were betas. It made sense he supposed. Betas were compatible with everyone. It also explained why Lust had pheromone spray. They were often hired for heats.
At least as a beta she couldn’t smell him should the pheromones wear off.
Still, heat suppressants weren’t fail proof. It had been ten years since the fire, and he’d had several heats since then. Maybe one a year.
So when the tell tale signs of impending agony appeared, he panicked. He ran, stole her car, her credit card, went three rings down to wait out his heat then treated himself to horse riding lessons after.
Of course, he burned that bridge after that. Verosika never forgave him. He couldn’t blame her. He couldn’t decide if it was worth it, destroying what they had. She had genuinely cared for him. He knew that. It might have been safe.
But now, he’d never know.
He did his best not to dwell.
***
Being alone again was… well, lonely. It was an impulse that brought him to the hellhound pound. Maybe he could find a kid. Maybe he could find someone to help his budding assassin career. Maybe he could just find company.
Loona wasn’t quite what he had in mind, but the moment he saw her he knew she was his. He knew that look in her eyes. The fear. The anger. The loneliness.
“I want her.”
The pound woman looked at him. “You sure about that? She’s nothing but trouble. An omega who doesn’t know her place.”
Blitzø’s eye twitched. “Did I stutter, bitch? If I wanted your shitty opinion I’d have asked for it.”
The woman just shrugged, then opened the cell. A fucking cell with mixed designations. He could smell it.
The fuck were they thinking?
Then again, who was he kidding. These shit stains didn’t care about these kids. The only race seen lower than imps.
Of course they wouldn’t care about an omega hound. They dragged her out and fucking muzzled her.
Blitzø took a deep breath to hold himself together, smiling at Loona.
She growled, baring her teeth Through the muzzle. There was something in her eyes behind the anger though. The glint of someone deeply afraid.
Blitzø signed the paperwork. Took the photo. Then, he glared at the social worker. “Great. Now take the muzzle off.”
The woman showed the first bit of emotion he’d seen since he got there. “Sir, I wouldn’t recommend…”
“Fucking do it! She’s mine now, right?” Blitzø snapped.
The woman shut up, then shrugged. “Your funeral.”
Loona glared daggers into his back the whole way to the van, but the way her tail wrapped around her waist gave away her true feelings.
She was terrified.
Blitzø opened the passenger door without a word, then went to climb into the driver’s seat.
Loona crawled in, knees to her chest. She was quiet.
Blitzø sighed, then gave his best calming smile. “You hungry, kid?”
“Fuck you,” she muttered, arms crossed.
Blitzø shrugged, then started driving. “I’m starving so I’m gonna go ahead and stop.”
Blitzø pulled up to his favorite shitty diner. One of the lights on the sign was out. The other sparked and blinked.
Best damn food he ever had though.
He opened his door to get out. Loona stayed put. “You coming?”
Her stomach audibly growled, but she still didn’t move. “What do you want for it?” she asked meekly.
Blitzø stared at her. “Uhhh, for you to eat?” he told her, confused. “I’m responsible for you now. Can’t have you starving.”
Loona scoffed. “Bullshit. Assholes like you always want something.”
Blitzø was lost. He understood her anger. He’d be angry too if he lived like that. Distrustful as well. The hostility over food threw him for a loop though. “I just want to help you.”
“Oh right, cause an alpha adopting a young omega hound must have such noble intentions.”
It was then that Blitzø understood. He hadn’t even considered his masked status when he adopted her. Of course she’d think…
Blitzø was going to be sick.
He took a deep breath, then climbed back in the van, closing the door. “It’s not what you think.”
Loona growled at him as he leaned over the console, snapping her jaws. Blitzø pulled back, holding his hands up. “I’m just reaching for the glove box.”
Loona didn’t take her eyes off him, yanking it open herself. Documents spilled out; The van manual, his registration, a few miscellaneous items, a toy horse.
And an air tight black case.
He slowly reached for the case while Loona watched him suspiciously. “That some sort of weapon?” she growled.
“A weapon against our shitty society, maybe.” He popped the tab and opened it. Alpha pheromones flooded the car, making them both wrinkle their noses. He dumped the contents on the dash.
Alpha pheromone spray and a bottle of heat suppressants.
Loona stared at them. Slowly, her eyes widened and she looked at him.
Blitzø pulled a wipe from the box and cleaned his wrist. He held his scent gland out for her. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
She sniffed, then whined, ears pressed back. “Why…?”
“You know how hard it is,” he told her. “They wouldn’t let me rent a damn apartment by myself. Wouldn’t give me any hits. I had to fight back somehow.” He shrugged. “This was the easiest way.” He re-scented his wrist and locked the evidence away once more. Then he looked at Loona. “So let’s try this again. You hungry, kid?”
Loona grumbled. “I’m not a kid.” She opened her door and stepped out.
Blitzø just smiled and followed her in. He had a good feeling about this.
***
Meeting Moxxie in jail was unexpected, but he was grateful the man was competent. Loona was going to maul the sitter if he didn’t get home soon.
“I don’t need a babysitter!”
If she didn’t already.
The plan went swimmingly. They tore out of that prison, grinning as they did. Once they were free, Blitzø turned to him. “Not bad. You looking for a job by chance?”
Moxxie looked surprised, then slightly suspicious. “What sort of job?”
“I'm running an assassination business. Could use the man power.” Blitzø held his hand out.
Moxxie looked even more surprised, then nodded rapidly. “I’d love to.” He reached to shake Blitzø’s hand.
“Perfect.” It was as Blitzø shook his hand that something caught the wind. Blitzø froze. “Holy shit, are you an omega?!”
Moxxie jerked back. “I… I…”
Blitzø cleared his head, then backpedaled as he remembered Loona's first reaction to him. Shit. “No! No its fine! That doesn’t change anything but me needing to make sure you have heat leave!”
Moxxie blinked at him. “You… offer heat leave?”
“I do now. You’re my first employee.” Blitzø grinned. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here before they find us.”
Moxxie still had a shocked expression, but shook it away. “Lead the way… sir.”
Blitzø froze. “You definitely don’t have to do that.”
Moxxie smiled. “You’re the most respectful alpha I've ever met. I want to.”
Blitzø swallowed thickly. Oh great, he had to hide from his employees, didn’t he?
***
Millie was formidable. Tough as nails. Definitely gave Blitzø a run for his money.
“I can see why Moxxie was so impressed by you!”
The alpha scent wafting off her was unmistakable. Still, he played his hand.
“No imp works for himself!” Millie came at him with force.
“Yeah? Well this one does! And he’s very interested in having you join his team!” He grinned despite the twist in his gut. He was showing the world he could be more than what he was born into.
“What can you offer me?” She growled.
“Double whatever you’re making now.”
The fight continued, ending when Blitzø didn't stand down. Millie laughed. “You're fucking weird.” She shook his hand.
The two headed for the door. “Now, who's this Moxxie fellow you mentioned?”
“Your new coworker. You're gonna hate him.” Blitzø laughed.
Millie fit right in. She didn't bat an eye at Loona and Moxxie being omegas.
Blitzø was so grateful for that.
Soon enough Blitzø was no longer the most respectful “alpha" Moxxie ever met. He was smitten.
And to Blitzø’s surprise, so was Millie. And Blitzø wasn’t jealous. Not at all.
What did he have to be jealous of? He didn't need a mate. He had everything he ever wanted. A growing business. His ambition. His daughter.
Besides, he was living as an alpha now. He didn't need anyone. He just needed to protect his life. The life he fought for.
No matter what.
***
Blitzø’s business needed rebranding. Needed a way to keep ahead of the competition, to make itself stand out, other than being imp run.
Which admittedly was doing the opposite of helping.
So Blitzø hatched a plan. An insane, suicidal plan.
He remembered the boy from his childhood. The prince. The one with a magic book to the living world.
Blitzø needed that book.
He scaled the palace wall, peeking through the window. He saw him, flipping through the pages of the very thing Blitzø had come for.
Damn. The owl got tall.
Blitzø clawed at the window, looking for some sort of latch. Instead, he lost his grip and fell back into the flower bed.
Damn it.
Blitzø rubbed his head, freezing when two large shadows blocked out the sun. He looked up to find two large hellhounds. They reeked of alpha. Blitzø really hoped his pheromone spray was strong enough.
Neither batted an eye so Blitzø supposed he was safe on that front. They hoisted him up by the arms, dragging his struggling form into the palace.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He was so dead.
“Stolas, sir!”
The prince choked on the absinth he was downing like water, hacking up a lung. “I’m fine.” He recovered and looked at them.
“We found this nasty imp trying to sneak into your chambers.”
Stolas blinked. Then… blushed? The fuck? “Into my chambers? Hmm, leave him to me. I’ll handle this personally.”
Oh Blitzø was so going to die. He hoped Loona would be taken care of.
“Follow me, imp.”
Despite the regal tone, Blitzø felt oddly at ease. At peace maybe? He was still pissed, but he had come to terms with the situation quickly.
Besides, he always expected to die young. He looked at the portraits as he walked down the hall. Saw Stolas. His wife. His daughter.
He was definitely not the little owl he grew up with anymore.
Their conversation didn’t go quite as Blitzø expected. The situation that followed even less so.
“It means so much that the person who wants me like this, is my first ever friend!”
Blitzø froze. Typically he wasn’t one for pity fucks, but Stolas sounded so happy.
It was odd. An alpha with another alpha wasn’t unheard of, but typically frowned upon. And Blitzø knew he smelled like alpha right now.
Maybe the bird was a freak. Maybe he got off on imps. Honestly, Blitzø didn’t care. Still, he put the book down and sighed.
“I can do this real fast.”
Blitzø was glad for the special plug he always kept in just in case. It camouflaged with his skin. Made it look like he only had a dick.
Not that it mattered for the moment. Stolas was blindfolded after all. “I won’t knot you. Too personal,” he gave his regular excuse.
“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give, Blitzy.” Stolas said happily.
What a fucking weirdo.
Blitzø hesitated at the end of the bed. How should he even start this? Stolas was a Satan damned prince of Hell.
Should he kiss him?
“Blitzy?”
Blitzø shook the thoughts away. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.”
“Not yet, you aren’t.”
Okay that was… really bad actually. Did Stolas think he’d get off on this?
Blitzø made a decision, crawling up the bed. He leaned in close to the prince’s face. He could smell his pheromones. It was… rather pleasant actually. Earthy and sweet.
Blitzø had to clear his head. Stupid instincts. Stupid good smelling alpha. Without further though, Blitzø kissed him.
Stolas gasped against his lips before hesitantly returning the kiss. It was sloppy. Stolas was clearly inexperienced. Odd.
“Jeeze, it's like you've never done this before,” he couldn't help but snark.
Stolas got quiet and still. Blitzø realized he may have fucked up.
“I haven't really,” Stolas whispered. “The first and last time I kissed anyone was my wedding day.”
Blitzø stared, ignoring the fact Stolas couldn't see him. “But… you're married. You have a kid. You're…” Blitzø’s eyes drifted to Stolas' noticeably unclaimed shoulder. “Oh…”
Stolas scoffed. “There's no love between Stella and I. She finds me weak. An “unfit" alpha. Octavia, though I love her more than anything, exists from duty alone.”
Wait… did that mean…
“Stolas… exactly how many times have you had sex?” Blitzø asked hesitantly.
The answer came quicker that he’d have liked. “Three. And none were… pleasant.”
Oh, fuck this scenario.
Blitzø ripped Stolas’ blindfold off. “Blitzø…?”
“Shut up.” He kissed the owl again. Slower. Deeper. Stolas' talons curled in their bindings. “I’m giving you something better than that bitch wife of yours ever could.”
Blitzø was an asshole. But he took sex seriously. Stolas deserved better, prince or not.
“Blitzø…” Stolas moaned as the imp nipped at his neck feathers, briefly teasing the skin beneath.
Blitzø looked up at him, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll make it good for you,” he promised. He kept making his way down Stolas' body, biting and kissing until he reached the band of his pants. The owl trembled beneath him, panting. When Blitzø hooked his thumbs into the band Stolas whined.
“Lift your hips." Blitzø whispered.
Stolas did as he asked and the imp pulled the article down as much as Stolas' still bound legs allowed. Blitzø was taken off guard by the glistening hole between Stolas's legs. Not what he had expected, especially from an alpha. He paused briefly.
When he met Stolas’ eyes the prince looked away. “I have… different anatomy…”
“It’s fine.” Blitzø cut him off. “Not a deal breaker for me.”
He hesitantly ran is fingers over the slick opening and Stolas moaned, thrashing his head to the side.
So sensitive.
It was then that Blitzø noticed the small slit above it. He curiously ran a claw over it.
Stolas gasped, eyes widening as his cock unsheathed itself. He looked down at Blitzø, clearly taken aback. “I… it… it’s never come that easily before…”
“No one else is as good as me.” Blitzø grinned, then leaned up toward his face. “Maybe not even yourself.”
Stolas blushed dark. “Blitzø…”
The imp went back down. He teased a finger into Stolas, then leaned down to take his cock in his mouth.
Stolas gasped above him, his hips jerking. “Fuck!” His talons gripped into tight fists.
Blitzø grinned against him, pleased with himself. Stolas jerked against his bindings, hips thrusting to meet Blitzø.
Blitzø choked but recovered, easily taking the roughness. He thrust another claw inside, curling his fingers and relishing the way Stolas arched.
“Blitzø, I… I’m…!” Stolas cried out and Blitzø pulled back just enough to not end up with his mouth knotted. Not a fun time, that.
He swallowed Stolas’ come, moaned at how he clenched around his fingers. Stolas was panting, a blissed-out expression on his face. “Feel good, birdie?” Blitzø grinned.
“That was… I’ve never…” Stolas groaned, leaning his head back. “Thank you.”
Blitzø undid his pants and stroked his own cock. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Blitzø gave Stolas just enough time to recover before taking him completely. It was hard to keep control, he was loath to admit. Stolas smelled so good.
Blitzø had never been so attracted to an alpha's scent. Not since Fizz. It scared him in a way.
They ended up tangled for several rounds. At some point Stolas’ bindings had come undone, talons pulling the imp close.
Blitzø should have minded more than he did.
When all was done, Stolas passed out almost immediately. Blitzø couldn’t help but feel smug about that. Then, he glanced over to where he left the book.
Now would be the perfect time to grab it, but his eyes were heavy. He decided a couple hours of sleep couldn’t hurt.
He woke to the sun, promptly panicked, threw his clothes on, and grabbed the book. He lost his footing when he went to scale the balcony, landing on a cake on the table below.
Blitzø blinked at the three birds sat before him. At the swan who smelled of omega but wore an expression of murder.
Fuck. The wife.
Blitzø said the first thing that came to his mind. “Sorry, I fucked your husband!”
Then he ran, leaving the screeching woman behind.
***
“Well gang, here we are!” Blitzø was thrilled to show off the new office. A place they could finally make a name for themselves.
Everyone seemed pleased, happy. Everyone but Millie. “Blitzø… we don’t deserve this…”
Blitzø’s face fell. “What? Why? Because half of us are…”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Millie glared at him. “Because we’re imps. Muscle. Wrathians. You know I don’t give a fuck about someone’s designation.”
Logically yes, Blitzø did. That didn’t mean she would ever want to work for someone like him. Not if she knew.
“Millie, my entire goal in life is to prove the fuck heads who put us down wrong. I know you can get behind that. Now cheer up and enjoy the office I found us. And go kiss your new husband.” Blitzø wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Millie sighed but smiled. “You’re right. Thanks, Blitzø.”
“Anytime, Mills.”
***
What a weird fucking prince. Stolas and he made a deal. Sex in return for the book. What kind of alpha gets off to being fucked by another alpha? Then again, who was he to yuck someone’s yum. Of all people, he knew how stupid designations were.
Yet, if Stolas ever knew the truth...
Blitzø shook the thought away.
He climbed Stolas’ balcony, handing over his book. “Alright, so how do you want to do this?”
Stolas grinned at him. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, little imp. I just want the connection.”
Blitzø blinked at him, once again thrown for a loop.
Weird.
So Blitzø pushed him back on the bed. Kissed him, undressed him, devoured him. He was equally surprised when Stolas wanted to return the favor. Blitzø was ever grateful for the, incredibly expensive, designation plug he had. It had taken a lot to get but made having sex enjoyable without the worry of someone catching on to the truth.
He just made sure to pull Stolas off before he got too close to his orgasm. It was a lot harder to hide having no knot.
“Come here.” He pulled the owl up, kissing him roughly. With every kiss Stolas grew more confident. Gained experience. Blitzø was pleased with himself.
He broke the kiss, smacking Stolas' hip so he’d turn over. Blitzø lifted Stolas onto his knees, bending over him. “Ready for me, birdie?”
“Yes! Please! Fill me with your big red cock and—!”
Blitzø shoved his face into the matress. “Quiet.”
“If that’s what Blitzy wants.” Stolas’ words were muffled, but Blitzø heard him.
The imp got an idea. “If you can be quiet, be good, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
The owl shuttered beneath him. Oh shit. He was into this.
“You like that, don’t you? Like being told what to do? Like acting submissive?” Blitzø pressed into Stolas, reveling in the way the owl moaned. “Shhh, let me take care of you. I’ll take away all that free will. Just submit.”
Stolas went slack beneath him, letting Blitzø fuck into him at his own pace. The feeling of power was intoxicating. Here was Blitzø, an imp omega, dominating an alpha prince of Hell.
It was empowering like nothing else.
“Blitzø!” Stolas moaned, his fists clenching the sheets. “Please. More.”
Blitzø could work with that. The imp grabbed Stolas' hips, pulling them back to meet his. He increased his pace, a satisfying slap filling the air with each thrust. “Come on my cock, you little whore,” Blitzø groaned.
“Ah, fuck!” Stolas clenched around him, shaking in his hold. He collapsed forward, only his hips in the air by Blitzø’s grip alone. Blitzø gave a few more thrusts before he pulled out, coming over the prince’s back.
They both panted, coming down from their highs. Blitzø’s senses were overwhelmed with the scent of Stolas, of alpha. He fought the urge to let Stolas return the favor. Let him make him submit. No, this was his rodeo, and he was going to run it his way.
“Blitzø...” Stolas whimpered.
“I have you, you big bird.” Blitzø rolled the prince over, kneeling next to him. “You’re okay.” He stroked his face.
“Thank you.”
Blitzø grinned down at him. “Any time, birdie. We done? Or are you aiming to get your feathered ass railed a few more times?”
Stolas smiled up at him. “I could certainly go again.”
Such an odd alpha, Blitzø mused to himself. “Then catch your breath so I can take it again.”
The prince’s breath hitched. “Yes, sir.”
Blitzø’s cock twitched. Fuck. “Good boy.”
It wasn’t the dynamic that Blitzø had expected, but he was certainly here for it.
As he pressed into Stolas again, his hand closing around his slender throat, Blitzø felt well and truly in control for once. Like he didn’t have to try so hard to hide his true nature. Like he could be himself and his persona all at once.
It was equal parts thrilling and terrifying, yet he never wanted it to end.
And just like that, Blitzø realized this situation could be much more dangerous than he anticipated.