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If It’s Meant to Be

Chapter 14 (Final Chapter)

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!!! Smut, a little bit of aggressive smut, abo dynamics, knotting, scenting, claiming, marking. Just a smidge of dirty talk. Language. Beau caring a little baggage from Carla’s ass.

Word Count: 2468

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

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When Y/N first woke up, she didn’t know what had awoken her from her slumber. For the first time in what felt like years, but was really only about two weeks, Y/N had actually slept. Which is probably why she woke up more than a little disoriented; coupled with being in mostly unfamiliar surroundings. Still, she could not pinpoint what had woken her up, until she sensed it.

It wasn’t a huge, drastic change in the atmosphere. Nothing Earth moving or world shaking as some better, more colorful worded Omegas than herself had often described it. It was subtle. It was a slight change in his scent, the sudden stiffness in his shoulders, even as he slept soundly next to her, it was the heaviness in which his chest moved with each breath, and slight crease between his perfect brows. The suppressants had worn off, he was in a full rut now. It was time.

It should have scared her more than it did, and maybe if she were honest with herself, she was a little afraid that somehow, they’d fuck things up again, but she wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t afraid of what they were about to do.

In fact, the more she thought about it as she watched him sleep, knowing well that his rut would get stronger, and it would wake him up soon, that she was sure this is what she wanted.

When she helped him through the first round of his rut, things were nothing but a blur of hormones and the task at hand. This time, she was able to experience the calm before the storm. She was able to get a glimpse of what the real Beau Arlen looked like. She was able to experience the calm, comforting, safety that she’d have to wake up to in the morning, instead of a cold bed, and another day at a job she didn’t really want to be at. He really was her person. She just didn’t see it at first. She did now.

Beau grunted heavily, and shifted in his sleep, tightening what was the loose resting of his arm around her waist into a tighter grip as he subconsciously fought to hold onto the first good night’s sleep he’d had in almost as long as she’d been without it.

The thought of what was to come seemed to light a fire somewhere under her skin, and it burned deep and low in her belly, long before he even opened his eyes to look back at her.

Still, she felt robbed, not only for herself, but for Beau as well. This is how it should have been from the start. Not the nightmare of an experience that it was for them. All this time they’d spent fighting, misunderstanding and hurting one another, could have been spent just being together and learning one another as an Alpha and his Omega. They couldn’t get that back, so she would just have to settle for making up as much lost time as she could.

Beau grunted heavier this time, a sound that came as a deep rumble as it made its way up to his throat from somewhere deep down in his chest, and his legs moved as the discomfort started to settle in, and his face scrunched before his olive-green orbs opened slowly, settling on her face. She let herself get lost in the soft, sleepiness of his gaze, knowing well that in his waking moments, that humanity would start to wain more, and the Alpha would start to take his rightful place.

“Morning,” she said, testing the waters to see if he would even respond, and to her surprise, he smiled softly at her.

“Mornin’” he murmured roughly, clearing his throat before closing his eyes tightly again.

“It’s almost time, isn't it?” she questioned, and he nodded before swallowing thickly and opening his eyes to search her face, the slightest hint of a yellow hug starting to form just around his iris, and she knew she had minutes, if that long, before Beau was going to go on hiatus for a while.

“Almost,” he admitted, “are you sure you’re okay with doing this?”

“Are you really gonna ask me that, Beau Arlen?” she questioned. “After everything we’ve been through?”

Beau shrugged, letting go of a breath she didn’t know he was holding. “Guess I’m just a gentleman to a fault.”

“We’ll see about that in a few minutes,” Y/N teased, and he snorted, his eyes rolling dramatically.

“I didn’t exactly hear any complaints last time sweetheart,” Beau shot back, and Y/N laughed out loud at his sudden boldness.

“Okay, okay, you got me there,” She relented, not wanting to challenge the Alpha, knowing full well that it wouldn't do well to irritate him right in that moment, as badly as she wanted to tease him.

Beau shifted again, this time she could feel the hard outline of his already half hard cock pressing against the thin fabric of his tight fitted black boxers that he was wearing when they had fallen asleep the night before, and just like that, as if someone had flipped a switch, her body already starting to produce slice for her Alpha and he hadn’t even laid a hand on her.

Beau nosed along her hair line, and down the shell of her ear, breathing deeply, and allowing his lips to leave a hot trail just over her throat as he descended to her shoulder.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, you know, when we start, Carla used to accuse me of being forceful or mean, so you do remember where the gun is if you feel scared don’t you?”

“Beau,” Y/N growled as she sat up slightly in his arms so that she could see him better, and she could almost see the anxiety and fear rolling off of him, it made her sick to see him that way. She never wanted to stranger Carla more than she did at that moment. Typical Narcissistic bitch. She said and did everything she did to Beau to make him question everything about himself, even if it wasn’t true. Which makes her line of work make a lot more sense now that Y/N thought about it.

“I stayed with you for days when your rut hit you unexpectedly, and you were in enough control to not only not hurt me, but also resist the instinct to claim me. So, for her to say that you’re too rough? That’s utter and complete bullshit. You never once scared me, and you never once hurt me.”

Beau stared at her, trying to figure out whether or not she was telling the truth. She was pretty sure he could tell that she wasn’t lying, because his features softened after a moment before he reached for her face, letting his fingers trail the soft skin of her cheek before he tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I’m so scared I’m gonna fuck this up,” Beau admitted. “Like I fucked up my last relationship.”

“Beau, that woman did NOT deserve you,” Y/N said tracing her fingertips across his freckle dusted chest, and she’d be a lair if she said she wasn’t a little proud when he shivered underneath her touch, and his sharp, green eyes rolled slightly. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer, and fuck, she was looking forward to watching him just let go. It was a beautiful sight if she did say so herself.

“She abandoned you when you were at your lowest, when you needed her the most, because you were hurt and grieving. No mate does that. She was a self-absorbed, narcissistic abuser, the only good thing that came out of that WAS Emily. You did nothing wrong, she did. It wasn’t you that tore apart your marriage to her, that’s just what SHE wants you to think.”

She had a feeling Beau didn’t believe her, but she also knew that he was losing the cognitive focus it took to argue the point to the impending physical need that was about to take full focus. She could tell he was straining to hold himself back as long as possible with every quick breath he took, his scent was so strong now that it was hard for her to even concentrate anymore, but she needed him to know that she wasn’t Carla, and this wasn’t going to end the way that did.

Beau’s eyes closed tightly again, and his grip tightened on the sheet that was resting under his left hand, even though he was now laying on his back, and she was mostly sitting up next to him, she could see the outline of his hardness just under the sheets. This was it. It was time.

He just needed to let go.

“Alpha,” she voiced finally, after a moment of watching him struggle within himself, and when he looked at her, his eyes were no longer green, but instead, they were almost black, completely blown wide with need, and hormones, only a ring of slight golden glow rested around them. “It’s okay, let go.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, in what could only be described as almost a predatory movement, Beau slowly moved to sit up in the bed next to her, his strong hands gripped her hips tightly, and moved her flush with his chest as he scented her deeply, his teeth scraping roughly over her mating gland.

“Mine,” he growled, deep and low. It made her empty cunt pulse around nothing and slick track down her into her now ruined panties.

“Yours Alpha,” she agreed, “now, take what belongs to you.”

Without another word, Beau ripped the underwear and bra from her body before she could even really react, leaving her completely bare before him. His hungry eyes raked over her body like she was a meal and he was a starving man.

“Present Omega,” he commanded, “we can play later, right now, but right now, I need to mark that pretty little neck of yours. That way everyone know just who the fuck you belong too.”

Y/N’s body moved without her consent, damn near falling into position for the Alpha, that moved behind her, easily shedding his boxers, and slapping her hard on the ass, sending a moan cascading from her lips, and a chuckle rumbled behind her as the bed dipped under his weight.

“Like that Omega?” he questioned, running his fingers through her already dripping folds, testing the water to find she didn’t need any pre-work from him at all. “Already so fucking wet for me baby girl, such a good girl.”

She keened desperately, her back arching as his thick cock head slipped through her folds, gathering her slick to the head of his pulsing length. “Please Alpha,” she whimpered, and a deep growl rumbled low in his throat.

“I’ve gotcha Omega,” he said, slamming home in one swift thrust, damn near knocking the wind out of her and would have knocked her flat on her stomach had his arm not been around her waist bracing her.

“Gonna knot you, claim you, mark you up, you want that baby girl?” he questioned as he started at a punishing pace, ascending every word with a heavy thrust of his hips.

“Yes! Please Alpha!” she all but screamed, and his pace quickened again, every powerful muscle in his lean, sculpted body used to drill into her mercilessly, until his knot started to swell with every thrust, and the coil in her gut became tight to burst.

Beau lifted her flush against his strong chest, his thick tongue lapping at the place that would soon hold his claim as his knot popped, and her orgasm washed over her with the sinking of his teeth deep into her neck, her body quaking in his arms as he filled her up, and she wasn’t really sure what happened after that, because she was pretty positive she blacked out.

When she came to herself again, just as quickly as the storm had started for the pair of them, it had subsided. Beau had her on her side, his arm draped over her as best as he could, keeping her still as his knot slowly started to subside, and his tongue worked to clean and heal her new mark.

Everything felt different just that fast, calm, better. She was at peace. Suddenly, just so fast, the inner struggle was gone, and there was nothing but safety, love and comfort left in its wake.

Neither said anything, cause neither could really, all that they could do in that moment was experience this new, connected feeling that, even though Beau himself had been mated before, had never really felt. If either of them had to put a word to it, they would probably describe it as ‘complete.”

When Beau’s knot finally let go, Y/N turned carefully in his hold to face him, bright, green eyes meeting her own, and a tired, yet calm freckle dusted face greeted her. The rut was gone. His suffering had ended.

“Hey,” he voiced after a moment, his voice hard and dry, dripping with exhaustion.

“Hey,” she answered him, reaching up to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

“You okay?” he questioned, and she nodded, suddenly remembering his shoulder, which caused her to shoot upward to check him, but all seemed fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she settled back down next to him.

“I'm fine,” he assured her, “just really tired.”

“Then sleep Alpha,” she encouraged, “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Guess I’m gonna have to thank Donno,” he admitted, “because if he would have never shot me, I would have never stopped being stubborn and claiming you. I was too stuck in my own issues.”

Y/N’s eyes shot open, and she stiffened in his hold, causing him to chuckle, his eyes closing and opening, becoming heavier by the minute.

“Donno shot you!”

“Yeah, it wasn’t the driver of the truck. Donno was hiding in the bushes, he was mad cause I didn’t claim you, and he shot me. I figured I deserved it, so I just let it go. Had he not done it though, I might have lost you forever.”

Y/N sat there in thought for a long moment, boarding between angry and grateful. God, she had a love hate relationship with Donno, but now, she really did owe him everything. As the sun sank down behind the clouds on her first day as Mrs. Beau Arlen, she had to admit that she really did owe him everything. They really were meant to be.

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jawritter · 1 year

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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…