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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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April Fic Recs
I want to show some love and appreciation for the amazing fic writers we have here on tumblr, so I've started a reading rec list for the fantastic fics I read each month 💗
Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
2023 Reading Rec List
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Undercover chapter 2 @deanwanddamons
Authors Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders.
Sweet Rides @thinkinghardhardlythinking
Authors Summary: Dean takes his new girl on an autumnal date with fairgrounds and pumpkins and haunted houses and a Ferris Wheel. It’s super fluffy and warm.
Five Minutes In Heaven @impala-dreamer
Leave A Message @jensengirl83
Sam Winchester
Bound Part 1 @sams-sass
Authors Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.
Unchained Part 2 of Bound @sams-sass
Authors Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.
What You Need Part 3 @thinkinghardhardlythinking
Authors Summary: Y/N had always been in love with Sam, from the very first moment they met. However, as fate would have it they were destined to be friends; best friends. Loving him from a distance had eventually meant her pain at her unrequited love had forced her to back away from the friendship. But then he called and told her he needed her. What was she supposed to do but help a friend in need?
The Boys
Soldier Boy
Hero Worship @rizlowwritessortof
Authors Summary: From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become your life.
Dark Angel
Alec Mcdowell
Kiss It Better: A Dark Angel Fic @crashdevlin
Authors Summary: Y/n Cale is Logan’s little sister, who rejected the wealth as soon as she was able to and headed into the real world. Logan keeps track of her to make sure she’s okay, but when he hasn’t heard from her in a few days, he enlists the help of his least favorite Transgenic to find her.
Big Sky
Beau Arlen
Heartlines @waynes-multiverse
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Vices | Part 1
Summary: Beau, an alpha, has always planned to keep his omega daughter with him at home. As her parent, he legally holds her contract until he decides to trade or sell her, but since her mom is gone now, Beau’s happy to keep his little omega all to himself. The alpha has his vices though, like any other man, and when a pretty woman crosses his path with tequila and a pack of cards, Beau gets himself and his omega into a whole lotta trouble.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Daughter!Reader / Anael x Reader
Rating: 18+
Warnings: incest (father/daughter), slave society, references to past underage
Tags: Crossover, Supernatural / Big Sky Crossover, Omegaverse, Alpha!Beau, Omega!Reader, Daughter!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Heat, Scenting, Marking (Hickies), Nipple Play, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Small bit of Ass Play, Doggy-Style, Kitchen Sex, Reverse Cowgirl, Light Food Play
Word Count: 4.2k
Bingo Squares: @anyfandomkinkbingo - Food Play | @j3bingo - Heat Suppressants | 2023 Bingo - Beau Arlen
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“Hey, sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” Beau pokes his head into his daughter’s room to find the girl has tossed all the blankets off of her body and is squirming uncomfortably on top of the fitted sheet. She looks up at him with an expression he can only describe as pathetic; her lips pouted and her eyes misty, the skin of her face flushed with her heat.
“It hurts, Daddy,” the omega whines pitifully, and Beau feels a pang of sympathy for her pain all while his heart begins to hammer against his ribcage with excitement at the prospect that it’s up to him to stave off her heat now. He doesn’t know why they still go through this charade every time her heat comes around–she’s been getting them for two years now, since her sixteenth birthday, and every time the flush starts to creep over her skin and the pain begins to cramp her muscles he insists on trying the medication the doctor gave them first to see if it will suppress the symptoms enough that she won’t need to be fucked. Of course, he could have found her another alpha at that point, her contract became eligible to be traded as soon as she reached her first heat cycle, but Beau had been selfish. His daughter is the only family he has left, and he didn’t want to lose her so soon. So when the suppressants inevitably don’t do enough to ease her heat symptoms, Beau does what any responsible alpha should do, and he lends her a hand.
Well, he starts with his hand. He finishes with his cock.
The only way to truly satisfy an omega’s heat is to knot them good and hard, and he and Y/N both know that. But he still makes her try the pills first, out of some latent guilt that maybe a father shouldn’t want his daughter the way that he wants Y/N, even though Beau knows it’s fairly common for alpha parents to help their omega children through their heats. Still, something has always felt taboo about the whole interaction, which has always made it even more appealing to the alpha, to his own chagrin. He’s a kinky bastard, though, Beau can accept that about himself. And truth be told, his little omega is pretty kinky herself.
“Okay, baby girl,” Beau sighs in feigned defeat, walking into her room and shutting the door behind him with his foot. He takes off his shirt before sitting down on the bed and pulling Y/N up to a sitting position as well. “Here you go, Daddy’s got ya,” he whispers into her hair as she throws her arms around him and buries her face against his neck, scenting him. She’s done this ever since she was little, just as a comfort thing, and it never used to affect Beau the way it does now but as soon as she’d presented, any time Y/N scents him his dick immediately gets interested.
Her own scent is intoxicating to him, sweet like flower nectar and a bit woody like the fresh air of the mountain forests that surround their isolated Montana home. Beau would cuddle her into his chest, skin to skin, and scent her all day if he could. Y/N is already completely undressed, her clothes too hot and uncomfortable for her to stay in as soon as her flush really sets in, and Beau can feel her little tits pressing against his bare chest. He shifts himself more firmly onto the bed, lays her body down beneath his and covers her with his weight, helping her settle down and letting some of her warmth bleed into him. He can remember how burning hot she’ll be when he gets himself inside her and feels his dick twitch in his sweatpants.
“Need you, Daddy,” Y/N moans into his neck, her mouth open and panting as she begins to catch her breath now that the pain is easing.
“Fuck, need you too, baby girl,” Beau groans, unable to stop himself from grinding his hips down between her legs despite knowing he’s getting the cotton soaked in her slick. With any luck that means her scent will stay on the clothes even after he washes them later. “Daddy’s gonna make it feel all better, yeah?” He takes one last inhale of her scent from the little spot behind her ear before dragging his tongue down her neck so he can play with her nipples, which are always incredibly sensitive when she’s got her heat.
Beau kisses the right, then the left, then switches back to the right and licks her into his mouth, sucking her skin until it’s tight and pink and delicious looking. He’s always thought that he needs to take some pictures of her when she’s like this, to keep for himself, to remember. But then he thinks about why he would even need pictures if he has no intention of selling her contract off
–and he doesn’t. A father keeping his daughter’s contract isn’t unheard of these days, but it is still taboo enough to send a thrill of possessiveness through his veins that his alpha instincts revel in.
“This feel good?” Beau lets her tit slip from his mouth and licks his lips, looking up at his omega from beneath his lashes. Her whole body is still visibly flushed, and small beads of sweat have pooled in the hollow of her throat. With a deep growl breaking from his chest, he surges forward to lick up the moisture, sucking her skin up between his teeth and worrying a mark into her neck that she won’t be able to hide beneath a shirt. Everyone will see it and know her alpha fucks her goo; takes good care of her.
“Feels good,” Y/N nods, breathing even more heavily and gasping as Beau places another hickey on her neck in plain view. She’s always loved him marking her up just as much as he loves doing it, and the satisfaction from the knowledge that she wants to belong to her Daddy is getting him really fucking hot right now. “Lower, Alpha, please,” she whimpers, pressing against his shoulders in an effort to shift him further down the bed.
Beau groans, his stomach clenching in arousal as she identifies him as her alpha, something that will never fail to get her fucked exactly the way she wants–with a bit of teasing first, of course. Beau likes to hear her beg, and he’s not ashamed to admit that. He sits up quickly and shoves his sweats and underwear down his thighs, his cock springing eagerly into the free air and smacking into his stomach. Y/N’s eyes are immediately drawn to it, and Beau smirks to himself as he fumbles his clothes over his knees and manages to kick them off and out of the way.
“Present for Daddy, sweetheart,” he instructs her, and Y/N scrambles onto all fours, dropping to her forearms and arching her back, sending her ass higher into the air. She tucks her knees together beneath her, letting her ankles splay wide, and Beau’s heart skips a beat or two at the sight of her glistening holes being opened and on display for him. He’s been remiss in teaching the girl the proper commands and positions that most alphas would expect an omega to know when they acquire a new contract, but he’d taught her how to present to him from almost the second she’d gotten her first heat. He loves the look of his little girl spreading herself open for him, her hole dripping eagerly, unable to help herself.
“Good girl,” Beau hums, one hand on his dick and the other reaching out to tease at the small pucker of her asshole, knowing that having his touch so close to where she wants it is infuriating for her.
“Alpha,” she mewls desperately, shaking her ass against him and inadvertently forcing the tip of his thumb inside of her, dry. The omega clenches around him involuntarily and Beau chuckles under his breath, considering… but no, he wants to be inside a different hole right now. He can already feel his knot beginning to build at the base of his dick, his balls hanging heavy and full between his legs and ready to mark his little girl where she’s wet and wanting.
“Tell me where it hurts, ‘mega,” the alpha taunts lightly, trailing his fingers gently down between her thighs, already knowing exactly where she’s burning for him most hotly. “Tell me where you want me and Daddy will make it feel all better, I promise.” His voice catches roughly in his throat, his offer coming out as more of a threatening growl than he intended. From the feel of Y/N’s lips quivering over his knuckles as they brush by her hole, she doesn’t mind his darker tone one bit, and that surprises Beau a little. He’s always known her to respond well to him when he’s sweet and doting more than anything else.
“You know where, Daddy,” Y/N whimpers, her head hanging limply between her shoulders as her hips continue to rock back toward him of their own accord. She presses her knees a little wider and arches her back, pushing her cunt more firmly into his field of vision in illustration of her point, but Beau still wants to hear her say it. He knows that if her heat hadn’t already flushed her skin as dark and hot as it could go, she’d be flushed from humiliation by now, the poor, desperate little creature.
With monumental effort, Beau snatches his hand out from between her legs, depriving her of all skin to skin contact. He touches himself instead, spreading the slick that had leaked out of her and dripped down over his fingers onto the head of his cock, massaging the tip languidly and letting his head loll back on his shoulders, groaning in seductive satisfaction.
“I need you inside of me, alpha!” Y/N protests, her body shivering with need. “Now, now, now,” she chants, and Beau can see her cunt clenching in rhythm with her begging and he grins.
“Close,” the alpha sighs, needing to take his hand off himself to catch his breath. “But you still need to be more specific, baby girl.” He leans forward onto his hands and knees, hovering over the girl but keeping the smallest breadth of space between them. “Do you want Daddy here?” he asks inquisitively, bringing up one hand and tracing his fingers over her mouth, which is hanging open like an excited puppy as she tries to take in enough air to keep from going light-headed. Immediately, she sucks his fingers in between her lips, craving whatever contact she can get from him, but she still whines that no, that’s not what she’d meant.
“Oh, sorry,” Beau laughs under his breath and stands back up on his knees again, bringing his now spit-sodden fingers with him. “You meant here, didn’t you?” He teases one finger around the pucker of her ass again, slicking her up but not pushing in any further, and reveling in the sound of anguished desire that seems to seep out of her every pore.
“I hate you,” Y/N complains, caught somewhere between laughter and actual tears.
“I know,” Beau grins ruefully, but, finally taking pity on the girl–and not at all because his cock was desperate for him to stop teasing and move on with the proceedings of the day–he slides his hand down and presses two fingers gently into the wet-hot vice of her body. “There we go,” he coaxes her orgasm out of her quickly, stroking the tips of his fingers against her clit from the inside, making her even more wet, if that was even possible. He felt her slick dripping down his palm and curling around his wrist like tendrils of desire. He wanted her soaking before he fucked her, so he could slide his knot in without hurting her too much, though he didn’t want her too stretched out, he craved the feeling of forcing her open on his cock too deeply.
While Y/N is still cumming against his hand, grinding her hips down against him in an effort to prolong the press of his thumb against her taint, Beau takes himself by the root and nudges forward on his knees into a better position, then deftly swaps his cock for his fingers, sliding into the omega while she’s still convulsing with her climax, and nearly sending Beau straight over the edge himself. He pulls out almost immediately, torturing the pair of them in equal measure and taking a steadying breath to reign in his alpha’s instincts to knot the girl and be done with it. He wants to make it good for her still, wants it to last. And he most definitely wants her to cum one more time before he sticks them together for the foreseeable, because otherwise she’ll continue to burn too hot for comfort. Beau’s helped Y/N through enough heats by now to know how many times he needs to force her to cum before her body is truly satisfied.
“Fuck Alpha, put it back in,” Y/N groans, her head dropping onto her forearms, braced in front of her like a little pillow, and sending her ass waving in the air invitingly. Beau is done teasing now, he’s had a taste of her cunt, and there’s no use in denying that he’s just as desperate as she is. He steadies himself with one of his large, long-fingered hands wrapped possessively around the swell of her hip and feeds his cock back inside of her, plunging in straight to the root. Fixing his other hand on her hip, the alpha begins to rut against her eagerly. The clap of their skin echoes dully beneath the higher pitch of Y/N’s whimpers, climbing closer and closer towards breathless screams as Beau’s knot grows and pushes against the supple rim of her entrance with more force on each thrust.
Once he gets going, Beau is never usually much of a talker. His mind always blanks out with the devastating pleasure that surges through him any time he’s buried in his baby girl’s cunt. The alpha urges that are so intrinsically part of him are only ever allowed to overtake him when he’s like this–any other time he keeps them carefully under wraps. As a law enforcement agent, he’s always been sensitive to the impression that the entire system is overrun by alpha-hole douchebags, and he strives to swim against that particular current wherever possible. But with a mewling omega in heat on her hands and knees for him and hanging off his cock like it’s a lifeline, there's nothing he can do to stop himself from succumbing to the biological need to possess her body and mark his territory.
A high-pitched squeal brings Beau out of his self-centered, rapturous fog, and he looks down to see Y/N squirming against him, her skin deeply flushed and slick as an eel beneath the pads of his fingertips. Her body clutching onto his cock so tenderly, her insides just as slippery as her outsides now, sends a surge of satisfaction to the alpha’s chest, and he can feel his resolve to continue fucking her into next week beginning to falter.
“You want my knot, baby girl?” he chokes out, short of breath.
“Need it,” Y/N answers weakly, her words muffled because she’s buried her face in one of her pillows in an attempt to stifle the volume of her screams somewhat.
“That’s what’s gonna make you feel all better, isn’t it?” Beau coos, his hips snapping against hers more urgently, forcing his knot to breach her hole and rutting inside her, pressing the swollen flesh as intentionally as he can against her g-spot before he feels the cum begin to shoot out of him, surrounding the tip of his cock in that strangely cool sensation that sets his nerves tingling. Y/N’s heat makes her cunt run so hot that his cum is actually cooler than her body temperature, and Beau has always reveled in the incongruence of it. He’s always wondered if the omega can feel it when he cums inside of her, or if she’s too overheated to notice.
“Thank you,” Y/N utters softly, and Beau can hear the tears in her voice, crying in relief as her heat begins to break, a feverish sweat pooling in the dips of her spine.
“Anytime, baby girl,” Beau whispers, kissing her softly on the nape of her neck, brushing damp hair aside to do so. He stays on his knees, rubbing the girl’s back soothingly as the tension and cramps bleed out of her muscles and she melts into an unresisting puddle of skin and bones beneath him on the bed.
Y/N wakes from her heat-haze sometime after dinner, the soft golden light of sunset hot on her cheek where it’s been magnified by the glass panes of the window. The fact that she can distinguish the heat of the sun from the heat of her body is a positive sign that most of her biological urges have been assuaged, but she can feel the cramps beginning to tighten again in the pit of her stomach and knows that her cycle hasn’t quite passed yet. Scenting the air, Y/N searches for the lingering tendrils of her father in the atmosphere of her bedroom but finds them too faint to be helpful to her condition. Begrudgingly, she swings herself sideways out of bed and shifts her weight heavily onto her feet, fighting off the wave of dizziness that threatens her when she gets upright.
Her father is in the kitchen–Y/N can smell the gas from the old flame-burning stove that came with the house when they moved here–and she makes her way to him, idly remembering to pull on the small silk robe he’d gotten her when she turned sixteen. Most of the time, Beau keeps it in his dresser so that it smells of him when she needs to wear it, and she gratefully inhales the familiar scents that simultaneously settle the aching in her muscles and make her stomach clench in arousal. The sensory experience of being an omega is overwhelming at the best of times, even more pronounced when she’s got her heat, and Y/N often wonders if alphas experience their rutting cycle just as acutely or if it’s easier on them–the way everything else in the world seems to be.
Beau hadn’t made a single mention of selling her contract to another alpha after Y/N’s sixteen birthday had passed and she’d become viable as the government likes to put it. For the moment, she doesn’t mind the state of their situation. Beau takes good care of her, Y/N knows that, and she can’t deny that he more than satisfies her heats when they come around on their regular rotation–though less frequently then they might if she wasn’t taking the suppressants her father had had the pediatrician prescribe for her. She often feels a niggling wonder about whether her father would ever trade her contract if she asked him to. Love matches were nearly as common as arranged partnerships these days, but Y/N has never met anybody that tempted her to ask Beau to release her. Sometimes, she has the feeling, deep down, that her father might be keeping it that way.
Still, if her options were to be traded to a complete stranger, or simply stay home as her father’s omega, Y/N knows which one she would choose. So for the time being, she tried not to worry about just how possessive her alpha father sometimes is over her.
“Hey, baby girl,” Beau greets her when she enters the kitchen, sinking languidly into a chair at the table. She notices he’s only laid one place, he was probably expecting her to sleep for longer. She hums noncommittal in response and hears her father chuckle under his breath from his position in front of the stove. There’s a small thwick as the gas is turned off and the resultant flames flicker out beneath the pan, the smell of gas and smoke still pungent in the air and masking her father’s scent too much for Y/N’s liking.
As if he’s read her thoughts, Beau quickly deposits the pasta from the saucepan he’s carrying onto his plate–a much bigger helping than one person should need–then returns the pan to the stove, shrugs the dish towel off his shoulder onto the counter, and hurriedly grabs a tray of ice cubes from the freezer before sliding himself into his chair and shoving back a little farther from the table, patting his knee in invitation. Y/N can’t help a curious glance towards his lap before she takes her new seat, and is inwardly pleased to see the early stirrings of arousal there.
She settles herself on his knees as if she was sitting side-saddle on a horse, draping one arm around his shoulders while his arms come up to circle around his waist, reaching towards the tray of ice he’d brought to the table with him. Playfully, Y/N parts her lips, her tongue peeking forward expectantly, and Beau smirks as he plops a small ice cube into her mouth, then laughs as she sucks on his fingers while she lets the ice melt against her tongue, sending a rush of blessedly cool water down her throat. He feeds her more ice chips while she squirms in his lap, once again feeling the slick begin to bloom, hot and wet, between her thighs, even as her chest revels in the chill of the ice that she’s been consuming.
“Need you, alpha,” Y/N whispers shyly. Despite how much she enjoys being knotted, she still feels some kind of innate shame in the pit of her stomach about how badly she wants–needs– it that she doesn’t think will ever go away.
“You should eat something first, sweetheart,” Beau suggests, but Y/N can hear the desire beneath his tone telling him to forget dinner for the moment.
“Don’t want to wait, Daddy,” she shakes her head obstinately, pushing out her lower lip in a pout.
Beau rolls his eyes at her but gently pushes her up from his lap. His hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants and push the elastic down, extracting his cock and balls carefully so as not to snap himself inadvertently. He then spins a finger in the air, indicating to the omega that he wants her to turn around, and Y/N feels his hands at her waist, pulling her back towards him and settling her onto his lap once more, her legs straddled over his, her back pillowed against his chest, and his erection slipping neatly between her legs and up inside her. They both sigh happily as he presses her down to sit more firmly on his legs, resting all of her weight against him, which grinds his cock more deeply inside her, to the point where Y/N would swear she can feel the tip of him in her stomach.
“There you go, ‘mega, just relax,” Beau reassures her gently, circling his arms around her waist and reaching for the table once again, this time picking up his fork and twirling several noodles swiftly around its tines. He raises the food to her lips and bids her eat, all while rocking her in his lap like he used to when she was a little girl who was very picky about what she liked to eat–except now as he rocked her, his cock dragged slowly and teasingly inside her cunt with every back and forth motion.
Y/N let herself be fed, Beau alternating forkfuls of pasta between each of them until the plate was empty. Bringing his now-free hand down between her legs, he toys with her clit softly, rolling the pads of his fingers in provocative circles over the folds of skin and bringing her to a gentle climax, the kind that tingles through every hair on her body and fills her with a warmth that’s much more pleasant than the kind her heat brings on.
There’s still a few ice cubes left in the tray on the table, now partially melted and floating in individual pools of cold water. Y/N reaches out for one and slips it into her mouth, sucking down to the cool relief happily before reaching for another and holding it over her shoulder for her father’s lips to snatch from her fingertips. That’s all the respite he gives her in coming down from her orgasm before he suddenly stands, his cock still lodged firmly inside her, and shove the omega face down onto the table, pushing the leftover dinner items and tray of melted ice cubes carelessly to the floor in the process as the alpha takes over from the father, no longer caring for her comfort or wellbeing and simply using her body as what it was meant to be.
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Jacklesverse Bingo masterlist
Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.
Please consider none of these stories are available yet.
I won't take requests for this bingo.
Stories are written for @jacklesversebingo
Square 1: Treacherous (Demon!Dean x Huntress!Reader): Betrayal
Square 2: One autumn night (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader): Bubbles
Square 3: All that glitters is not gold (Soldier Boy x Reader): A fancy party
Square 4: Drowning (Dean Winchester x Reader): "You can't save me. Just go!"
Square 5: Undercover (Beau Arlen x Reader): Spy AU
Square 6: ??? (??? x Reader): "And it doesn't bother you at all that you nearly killed her?"
Square 7: ? ??? (??? x Reader): "Sign me up."
Square 8: Petrified (Post Hell! Dean Winchester x Reader): Nightmares
Square 9: Uncharted Fate (1): (Treasure Hunter!Dean Winchester x Archaeologist!Reader): A Quest
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J3 Bingo Masterlist
After swearing off bingo challenges for life when the last one I did zapped my creative juices and left me unable to write anything decent for months, I surprised myself by signing up for @j3bingo! But, after managing to write a mini series, I once again feel the joy of writing, so let’s see how this goes, shall we?
I can’t promise I’ll complete the whole card, but there are some very interesting plot bunnies hopping about in my head for Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jared Padalecki and their characters with these squares!
Taken for Granted, Part One - Beau Arlen x Reader
Free Space
Taken for Granted, Part Two - Beau Arlen x Reader
Make Up Sex
All She Wants, Part One - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
“Don't try to alpha me, it won’t work.”
All She Wants, Part Two - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Hormone Suppressants
All She Wants, Part Three - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega Reader
Alpha Gone Feral
The Babysitter - Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader
Hot Babysitter
Forever Hold Your Peace - Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
"You're never going to have a happy ending–just remember that."
Just Like This - Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Getting Fired
The Widow Timestamp: I Love You - Sam Winchester x Female Reader
Jared Padalecki Character
The One That Got Away Timestamp: Adopting Miracle - Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Adopting a Pet
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Supernatural Masterlist
📝 = ask/request
🏳️🌈gender neutral reader
🏳️🌈Blood in Heaven and Hell Dean x OFC x Sam. No Wincest. Poly/ENM. Warnings per chapter! Fluff. Crack. Smut. NSFW/18+. Show level violence and more. On Hiatus.
🏳️🌈OFC Inserts (Set AFTER BIHH) Dean X OFC X Sam. Dean x Cas. Sam x OFC. Dean x OFC. No wincest. Poly/ENM. Fluff. Smut. Crack. Warnings per fanfic!
Worldbuilding series. Background information on stories that either are or could be published on ao3 and tumblr.
🏳️🌈Romancing the Hunter (ao3) Poly triad/ENM. Destiel x AFAB enby psychic witch hunter Reader. Set after S15E19.
Domestic Destiel series (ao3 link)
Domestic Destiel #1 Fluff. Crack. Smut! NSFW. 18+.
Coffee No pairing.Dean, Reader. Crack.
Kiss Destiel. Fluff. Implied smut.
📝 Vampires in New York Dean x Reader. Fluff. Show level violence. Rated T.
📝 Checkers Jody Mills, Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves. Fluff. Crack.
📝 Magic dust Dean x Reader. Fluff. Smut. NSFW/18+.
📝 Of mice and men No pairing. Dean, Sam, Castiel. Angst. A bit of Crack. Fluff. Rated Gen.
📝 Glomping Destiel. Crack. Implied smut. Rated M.
🏳️🌈Imagine waking up in the middle of the night (Dean x GN!Reader) Fluff. Rated Gen.
📝 Ruin (Dean x F!Reader) Fluff.
Pie (No pairing. Gif Story) Crack.
Smile (Sam x Reader) Fluff. Rated T.
📝 Sam x fem!reader with high pain tolerance Rated T. (Ask/Request) Fluff/Slight Angst. TW: Unknown Injury due to high pain tolerance.
🏳️🌈The Throuple. (destiel x reader) Implied smut. Established relationship. D/S undertones. Rated M.
Alternate Scene Ending for 11x03 The Bad Seed Destiel. First kiss. Canon divergence. rated M.
📝 AU. Sam x Female Reader. Angst and Fluff and Smut. Happy Ending. NSFW/18+. Rated E.
Rated E. Destiel. Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean. Mating. Smut. 18+.
Happy Valentines’ Day (2024). Destiel. Celebrating 3rd wedding anniversary. Led Zepplin. Ao3 link Rated Gen.
Prompt: You accidentally cross a witch, and she curses you, saying “You can only speak lies”. Unfortunately, this makes it so you can only say the word “lies”, and the witch admits she’s an apprentice that screwed up the spell. Now you’ve teamed up with her to figure out how to undo it. By @writing-prompt-s Rated G. Destiel.
Fledgling Castiel tries to fly with Archangel Gabriel. Balthazar sasses the whole time. Rated Gen.
Continued story of Fledgling Castiel series. Enjoy!
🏳️🌈Rated M for partial nudity, implied smut, and dialogue. Destiel/Reader. They /them pronouns for Gender Neutral Reader. Polyamory. A/B/O. Alpha Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester/Omega Reader.
🏳️🌈 Beau Arlen x GN!Reader. They/them Pronouns for Reader. Rated Gen. Prompt 👆. Angst.
🏳️🌈 Dean Winchester x GN!Reader. They/them pronouns for Reader. Rated Gen. Prompt: 👆. Angst.
Destiel (Cas x Dean) arguing who’s the best boyfriend while Sam is fighting vampires. Rated Gen. Prompt. Crack. Angst. AO3 LINK.
🏳️🌈 Castiel’s wings (Castiel x Reader). Castiel gets hurt saving you. Prompt. Hurt/Comfort. A touch of angst. Second POV (You).
📝 Request by Anon. Dean x Female Reader. Bar AU.
@deancaskiss ‘s August 2022 mini drabble event
Day 1: Summer (Fluff, Crack)
Day 2: Beach (Crack, Angst)
Day 3: Strangers (Fluff)
Day 4: Memories (Angst, BIHH OFC insert)
Day 5: Kiss (Fluff; Cas x Dean)
Day 7: Thunderstorm (Fluff; Sam x Reader)
Day 9: Magic (Castiel and OFC!Alex; Crack, BIHH OFC Insert)
Day 10: Fire (MOC!Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Witch!Reader; Angst, Crack)
September Gif Story
Any Fandom Mixed Bingo Card
JAcklesverse Bingo Card
Kinktober 2023 (On Hiatus)
Dean is an ex-smoker (2)
Dean is an ex-smoker (1)
Chuck/God’s Blorbos
Only one Castiel CAN fall for Dean (response)
Cas learns human psychology
Dean babysits a five y/o
What if the author lived in Supernatural // Part 2
Dean has multiple pet names for Cas while Cas has two (Not mine)
Dean is neurodivergent (Not mine)
Personal view on Sam and Dean (response)
graphics: @firefly-graphics and Warner Bros Discovery/The CW
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If It’s Meant to Be
Pt. 8
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!!!
Word Count: 3108
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!
My Masterlist Series Masterlist
‘Silent as the grave’, would possibly be a good phrase to describe the car ride back to Y/N’s little house that was nestled so quaintly on a quiet street just outside of town...
Or would it really be a good phrase if you think about it? Because honestly, there was plenty of noise all around them. Just like she would assume there would be in a grave, if one was buried that is. So maybe it was a good enough analogy?
In the grave, it would be safe to say that you would hear the muffled sound of the cars as they passed by on the highway. You would maybe even hear the muffled mourning of a passing funeral procession further down the line of silent tombs. Outside there would still be birds singing. Dogs barking. The occasional bombing of a radio of a young, carless person they passed by, going on about their daily lives. There would be ‘noise’ all around, echoing into the empty, dark, tomb that held the carcass of the one that no longer lived here on this side of the universe.
Sitting in that car was almost the same. There were noises. Cars flew by them on the highway. Dogs barked on the side of the road as their owners attempted to walk them. If the window was down, there would be the occasional bird singing. The car next to them at the redlight had a loud thump of a base that even shook her rearview mirror. But inside the car, inside this ‘grave’ of sorts, not a sound was uttered between the two of them as she drove closer and closer to home. It was just the echo of life going on about them into the dark place they both seemed to find themselves. So yes, she assumed ‘silent as the grave’ would fit the pair of them perfectly.
The only sound that came from the passenger seat next to her in her little car, was the high-pitched wine that would slip past Beau’s very high defenses every time she stopped suddenly or hit a bump in the road. At first the sadistic side of her revealed in the fact that she caused him at least some measure of pain. A twisted payback if you will, for the pain he’d already caused her. But the more he did it, the more the Omega inside of her took pity on him, and she slowed her pace down to be more careful of the stop signs and bumps. At which point, the car’s interior became deathly silent, all but the sounds that were coming from all around them.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled up the small, concrete driveway that of her house, and put the car in park, her heart hammering so loudly that she was certain he could hear it, but when she looked over at him, sitting in the passenger seat with this head down, and his eyes shut tight, carefully breathing out of his mouth, she had a feeling that he could currently give a fuck just how anxious she was in that moment. Mostly likely, all he cared about was how much pain he was in. Which, honestly, he had been shot, so that was kinda understandable.
“Are you just gonna sit there, mouth breathing, or do you plan to come inside,” Y/N shot at him, doing her best to hide just how much she wanted to reach out and comfort him, putting up the same cold manners he’d given her.
Beau looked at her then, and she had to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from whining at the dead, pained look on his face. It was enough to make her feel guilty for snapping at him.
She would have almost understood if he’d decided to bite back at her. But instead of arguing, or even making a snide remark, he just nodded as he hit send on the text message on his phone he’d typed up to Jenny, she was pretty sure it was something to do with pain medication he needed from the pharmacy, and she eternally slapped herself. She wanted to give him a dose of his own medication, but she didn’t mean to be THAT cruel.
He didn’t give her time to say anything else to him, he just grabbed the door handle and manhandled the door open on the car, stepping out onto the driveway to wait on her.
Way deep down in the back of her mind, she knew this was going to be harder than she wanted to admit, and maybe, just maybe, she should have taken him back to his trailer and just stayed with him there. She knew that her house would reek with her scent, and she knew Beau knew it too. Him still having signs of rut in his system wasn’t, being here would probably just make things that much worse. But honestly, she could not make herself step foot back in that trailer right now.
Even though both of them knew these things, neither said a word to one another as she turned the key on her front door, and stepped inside with him right behind her.
Her house was not a large one. One bedroom, one bathroom, with a small open kitchen and living room floor plan. It was all the rent she could afford when she came to Montana. Now, she wished that she would have at least splurged for the two bedrooms.
“Where am I allowed to sit down?” Beau asked behind her, making her jump at the scratchy, tired sound of his voice.
“Anywhere,” she answered, shaking herself out of the daze she had let herself slip into. She had a tendency to do that when she was stressed. She’d let herself slip away into worry. Which is exactly what she had just done.
She watched him as he slowly made his way over to the couch and sat down slowly, grunting as he did so with the effort it took to move. She knew he was in pain, she wasn’t an idiot, and it made the Omega inside of her sway her for just a moment.
Beau winced as he tried to remove the jacket from his shoulders, and out of reflex, Y/N moved to help him, when a deep, warning growl sounded so suddenly from him, that she damn near fell on her ass in sheer surprise.
Beau seemed a little surprised by his own reaction, and stared at her, wide eyed, and mouth moving, but no words seemed to be able to come out as Y/N slowly backed away from him.
She couldn’t decide if she deserved that reaction, or maybe if bringing him here was a really, REALLY bad idea, and this was the first sign of it. Maybe Beau wasn’t who she thought he was, maybe he was one of those Alphas that every mother everywhere warned her about.
The air between the pair of them was so tense, and so thick, you could have cut it with a knife. Neither one of them could move. Y/N’s emotions were reeling at a thousand miles a second. She was more than a little upset if she were being truthful about the whole situation, and while she had been no saint to him, she had been pretty hurt by him from the beginning. Still, she didn’t expect him to become suddenly aggressive with her. If she would admit it, even to herself, his reaction to her even just touching his jacket was more than a little hurtful. It stung really.
Beau stood slowly, careful with his movements because of his arm, and also, she was sure he could sense she was afraid of him. “Maybe it would be best if I just go and stay with Jenny—”
“And when you go into rut, and have to be hospitalized, who do you think will end up in jail Beau? They’re not exactly going to come after the Sheriff, but they will have no problem coming after a no name Omega like myself.”
Beau’s nostrils flared and his lips thinned out into a line, showing off dimples that did nothing but spell out his discontent in a cute fashion. Which she was a little too angry and hurt to focus on at that moment, but she was sure they’d come back to haunt her later.
After a moment of consideration, Beau sighed heavily then sat back down on the couch to run his hand over his face harshly.
“You don’t want me here, I was just trying to relieve you of me, that’s all.”
She opened her mouth to rebuttal him, but as soon as she did, the doorbell sounded.
“That’s probably Jenny with your things,” Y/N said, her voice tight with frustration and hurt, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Beau. She didn’t give him any time to open his mouth again and hurt her any further, so she opened the door for a very concerned looking Jenny, who wasted no time to step inside with her full attention on Beau. So much so, that Y/N just stepped back and closed the door behind her for the tall blonde that hurriedly made her way towards the injured Alpha.
“Jesus Beau,” she fussed as she knelt down in front of him, and Y/N tried not to let it show that she was suddenly nauseated. “You’re still covered in blood.”
Y/N did not miss the judgemental tone in her statement, but said nothing, she suddenly felt very outnumbered in her own home. Like a third wheel in this whole situation.
“Well, I kinda had to wait on you to get here before I can take this off, I doubt she would have anything that would fit me,” Beau quickly responded, letting Jenny help him lower the sling and lift the soiled shirt from his chest and over his head. Something that his Omega should be doing, not Jenny. Y/N had to bite down hard on the inside of her check, the urge to tell the Alpha to get the fuck out of her house was suddenly almost overpowering, and the slap to the face that Beau was basically letting her strip him in the living room, when he woudln’t even let her take off his jacket fucking hurt.
Here she thought that Jenny was trying to force them together. Now she felt like she was shoving herself in the way.
“Come on,” Jenny pressed, helping Beau stand to his feet as she looked around the small space towards the bathroom. “Let’s get you showered and cleaned up, you don’t need to sit here with this blood on you.”
Beau’s eyes drifted towards where Y/N was standing, leaning against the front door. What she was feeling inside, the hurt, the turmoil, the utter fucking slap of it all, must have been showing on her face, because Beau carefully shrugged out of Jenny’s grip, and lowered his gaze.
“I think I can handle that from here,” he announced, careful to keep his head down and his voice low, but Jenny wasn’t slow by any means, and caught the hint right away, looking towards where his gaze had been just a moment before to find Y/N standing there, with her own head lowered, and suddenly very interested in the floor under her feet.
“Oh, OH, fuck I’m sorry. I need to get out of you guy’s hair.” Jenny gasps, backing away from Beau as if he was contagious, as she turned to Y/N, who still stood rooted in her spot. “I really am sorry Y/N, I did it without thinking. I just— he’s my partner at work, and I’m to having too—”
“It’s okay Jenny,” Y/N silenced her by holding up her hand and stepping away from the door so that the blonde could leave. “It’s not like he belongs to me, and the likelihood he ever would is almost non-existent. If you want to stay and help him, I’m not going to stop you. Hell, he wanted to go with you a few minutes ago, and—”
“No,” Jenny said, turning around to glare at Beau, who suddenly became very interested in his feet again, refusing to make eye contact with either female. “He’s staying right here. I’m not going to get into your business Beau, because I said that I wouldn’t in the hospital today, but you guys, him especially, need to work this out. You’re his true mate, whether he wants to admit it or not, you both know it, and he needs to man up and do what his instincts are telling him to do and stop being a little bitch about it. That being said, he’s staying right here.”
“So much for not getting involved,” Beau mouthed behind her, and she turned again to glare at him, causing the Alpha to look at the floor again.
“I’m going to leave before I hurt him,” Jenny said, turning to Y/N again. “If he gives you any shit call me, and I’ll take his ass back to the hospital myself, where I will embarrass the shit out of him by telling the entire hospital he couldn't bring little Beau up to bat, so now he’s back here.”
Y/N had to repress the smirk, cause she was pretty sure Jenny would do it, and judging by the mortified look on Beau’s face, he was too.
“He’s meds are in his duffle,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door, giving Y/N a quick pat on her shoulder as she exited, leaving Beau and Y/N alone once again, this time Beau standing shirtless in the middle of the floor with his arm held in a sling like position, and dried blood on display on his side and chest.
“Look,” Beau said as soon as he was sure that Jenny was out of ear shot, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “I just— I just need you to help me through the next few days, and then I’ll be on my way. I don’t think I’m going to go into rut, at least I don’t feel like I am. I just can’t get this off of me without your help. I know you want to throw me in a corner, and pretend I’m not here, which I don’t blame you for that at all, but I can’t even get this fucking bandage off to get in the shower. I need help. Whether I want to admit that or not. Give me a few days and I will call Carla. She was my first Omega, and by law, if she will agree to take me in, I can go stay with her and Em, and there will be no repercussions on you. Then you will be rid of me. Can you just please help me for a few days? If not, and you really don’t want me around here, I’ll go check myself back into the hospital, and tell them it was my choice. Either way, I’ll make sure your hands are clean.”
Y/N ran her hands down her face before she glared back at him, angry, hurt, and fuck if every time he opened his mouth it didn’t just make things worse.
“It’s not that I don’t want you around Beau. Hell, I tried to help you take your jacket off just now, and you growled at me! So how do you expect me to help you if you wont even let me touch you!!!” Y/N yelled, and Beau flinched. “You’re the one who rejected me Beau, not the other way around. I woke up alone in that trailer, and then was handed a Goddamn Plan fucking B pill because YOU did not want me to come up pregnant, and mess shit up for whatever obsession you have with Carla, or Jenny, or whoever the fuck! But DO NOT come and blame this all on me, like I’m the one rejecting you, because that’s not what happened AT ALL, and I will not be made out to be the bad guy in this while you play the victim!”
Beau said nothing, he just looked down at his feet, and slowly sank down on the couch.
“NOW,” she continued to kick him while he was down, but honestly, it’s what he deserved after what he did to her, used her, then tried to make it out like all this was HER fault. “I will help you, IF you will let me. I’m not a heartless wretch like you are. I’m not out here to just USE you like you used me. But if you leave, if you walk out that door with Carla, don’t come back. If you go back to the hospital, don’t come back. If you go into rut, better order a toy, cause you won't use me again. Period. You are under my roof until you can legally leave, or find somewhere else to go, you will do what I say, and nothing more. I’m not a fucking rut bunny, and I wont be put through that again. End of story. That’s not up for debate. My house, my rules. You’re free to leave if you want too. I’m not going to hold you here, but I’m also not going to put myself in a position to get hurt again.”
“I never wanted to hurt you Y/N, I—”
“Well, you fucking did Beau, end of story. I don’t really want to hear what your reasons are right now. Now, sit still and I’ll take the bandages off. The clean towels and clothes are in the little bathroom pantry as soon as you walk in. You can bathe yourself.”
Beau did not argue, he just sat still and silent as Y/N worked to carefully remove the bandages from the stitched bullet wounds on each side of his shoulder. She couldn’t help but feel that she’d just drawn a battle line in the sand, and stupidly threated an Alpha to cross it, but she had to protect herself and her own wellbeing at this point. He might be biologically her true mate, but right at that moment, he was not her friend, and he was not her mate. Period. He would have to do a lot of crawling and a lot of groveling to change that, and even then, some things that are broken just can’t be put back together.
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If It’s Meant to Be
Pt. 5
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!!! *Spoiler Warning* Use of plan B/morning after pill. Angst. Language. Beau is an asshole. (Ducks before you guys start throwing things at me). Multiple Viewpoints.
Word Count: 2080
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!
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Y/N’s POV:
Two days, that’s how long Beau’s rut lasted after Y/N got there. Though, she had a feeling that if he’d just claimed her, his suffering would have ended much sooner than it had. Still, no matter how many times he would take her, which was quite frequently over the course of two days, he never once even attempted to claim her. It kept her up at night when he’d finally fallen asleep. Honestly, at this point, it was hurtful.
Was she not good enough? Did she not perform in a satisfactory manner to meet his needs? Did she do something wrong? Did he find her unattractive? He seemed to not have a problem sleeping with her through his rut, so he couldn’t find her that repulsive, could he?
He also spoke very, very little. Which scared her a little. Beau was a talker. Everyone in town knew it, and Jenny complained loudly about it to anyone that would listen frequently, but with her, he'd barely spoke at all. By the time she fell asleep the second day, his knot locking the pair of them firmly in place, now in his bed rather than the couch, she couldn’t help but lay awake and wonder if maybe she’d make a mistake in coming here?
The more her suppressants wore off, the more she’d been sure he was her true mate. He smelt like home, brought her all the feels they all wrote fucking stories about?! But apparently, she didn’t do it for him. Because no matter how many times she’d offer herself to him, present to him, he’d never claim her. Clearly, she’d let attraction get in the way of good sense, and she was wrong. Now, she felt used. Dirty. No matter how much like home he smelt.
When she woke up to an empty trailer on the third day, and no note as to where he’d gone, it did nothing but solidify the fact that she’d indeed, made a huge mistake.
She sat up, alone, and looked around the dimly lit trailer, taking in all the pictures of Emily, as well as the three of them, Carla, Emily, and Beau, that lined just about every surface and wall of the trailer. They portrayed a happier man, one she’d never really gotten to see in person. He looked whole, complete; nothing like he’d looked the whole time she’d been with him. It stung. Alot.
Swallowing back the sudden onslaught of tears that threaten to overtake her, Y/N stood on sore, shaking legs. She refused to look at his marks he’d left behind on her body as she dressed herself in stoned silence. These were marks she thought, at the time he’d made them, she’d have worn with pride. She was wrong. Now, they seemed to be a source of a constant reminder of her shame and rejection. At least he did her the courtesy of not claiming if he wasn’t going to keep her, and was just using her as a rut bunny. She didn’t think that level of rejection would have been survivable if just this one hurt this bad. She could see why people didn’t survive it.
She had just staggered through the empty little space to find her shoes, as well as her phone that was dead on the counter by the little sink, when the front door suddenly opened to the blinding light outside, and Beau’s tall frame stepped into the trailer, his jaw set tight, and a small brown bag in his hand that had the local pharmacy’s emblem printed on the front of it.
His dark eyes landed on her, deep bluish circles underneath them, sporting his lack of sleep, but aside from that, he was dressed with his full attire of sheriff gear, and clearly ready to get back to his life; his rut finally passed.
“Beau, I—”
“It’s okay,” he cut in, placing his own phone on the counter as he reached to pass her the small bag, which she took tentatively from his large grip. He very clearly was keeping his distance from her. “I’m glad I caught you before you left, that way we can handle this in private.”
She looked at him with deep confusion, and more than a little hurt as she opened the bag, finding a small, purple box that contained one Plan B pill inside of it.
It would have been kinder if he would have just put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. She was gutted. Not only had he rejected her, but apparently the sheer thought of having a pup with her disgusted him enough that he had gotten up before her, just to go get a Plan B for her. It was beyond humiliating. She’d never felt so dirty before. Not ever.
“I just thought, you know, you might want the option too… we weren’t exactly careful, and we didn't have time to—”
Y/N shook her head in disgust, not only at the man she thought was her Alpha, but also herself as she ripped the box open, only holding the small white pill in her hands for a moment before she swallowed it dry in front of him, and threw the empty container on his counter.
“It’s fine Beau,” she stated coldly as she reached next to the couch, and grabbed her jacket. Beau’s eyes shifted from the empty container on the counter to her, an unreadable look on his handsome face. “I get it, message received; loud and clear.”
She made to step around him, grabbing hold of the door handle, but his hand on her own stopped her, the close proximity and his scent halting her only for a moment before she looked away from him. She refused to let him see her cry. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She’d mourn when she was not here with him, where she was safe.
“That’s not what I meant when—”
“Goodbye Beau,” Y/N cut in, jerking her hand from his grip and making her way out of his door and trudging through the rain and thick Montana mud alone towards her car. She didn’t know what hurt worse, the fact that he brought her a Plan B, rejected her, or made her take the walk of shame towards her car all alone?
Beau’s POV:
Beau shuttered at the cold as he stepped into the mostly still empty police station, earning the wide-eyed gaze of the few police officers that were already there, waiting to start their day. Surely Jenny had told them all he’d be taking the leave given by law to Alpha’s during the bonding period after they’d found their mates. He’d never felt so naked. So ashamed.
“Beau?” Pop’s surprised voice sounded from somewhere to his left as he made his way to his office as quickly as he could with his head down. He didn’t look his way, just grunted as the man followed him into the office before he could close his door. It was going to be a very long day. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your—”
“I’m right where I need to be Popcorn, I got a lot of work to catch up on. So if you wouldn't mind...”
Beau’s voice was cold, void of any emotions, even though since he’d watched Y/N swallow that little pill he felt like his chest was about to cave in. He thought that once he’d finished puking his guts up when she’d left that the feeling of utter loss would let up, but it didn’t. It still fucking hurt. It hurt so fucking deep.
“Okay,” Pop said, clearly he got the hint that Beau didn’t want to talk about it. So he backed out of the office and left him alone, closing the door quietly behind him.
Once again Beau found himself alone with his thoughts, and the pain. He thought when Carla had left him, when she’d taken Emily from him, that he’d felt his share of pain. He was so wrong. It would have hurt less if he’d just poured gas over his head and set himself on fire. What he felt right now was excruciating beyond words.
Just when he thought that his day couldn’t get any worse, he’d heard Jenny’s distant voice echoing through the closed door as she made her way closer to his office, and he clenched his teeth so tightly that it made his jaw hurt. He knew he was in for it; whether he wanted it or not.
“We need to fucking talk Beau,” Jenny roared at him as she rushed towards his desk, anger etched into her pretty features. But he couldn’t look at her, not in the eye, so he just looked back at his computer, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to make it bleed, and the taste of copper flooded his mouth, making him even sicker. Still, he’d throw up in front of her before he let himself cry, Alphas didn’t do that, no matter how bad it hurt. Especially in front of other Alphas.
“Actually, I don’t think we do,” he voiced through his teeth, keeping his eyes glued to the mug shots on his screen. “Now, unless you have something for me that will help me with these suspects, you can see yourself out.”
“Beau!” she yelled, and he stood with a growl that had the female Alpha cowering, the look of fear overtaking the angry look on her face.
“My personal life is no longer any of your business Hoyte, it’s not up for discussion. My decisions are my own, not yours, now either work, or get the fuck out of my office!”
Jenny nodded, gritting her teeth as she stood boldly, and crossed the floor to stand toe to toe with him, delivering a hard slap to the side of his face, and he sat in the chair behind him in surprise. He didn’t think she had it in her, though he should have known better.
Silence fell over the pair of them, and Jenny turned on her heels to march out of the substation, Beau watched in silence as she went. He deserved that, he knew he did. He wasn’t angry at Jenny. It was himself he hated.
Y/N’s POV:
“We can kill him,” Donno stated with his usual, creepy, monotone voice as he paced angrily in front of her. “We can kill him, and make it look like an accident.”
“Donno,” Y/N said with a shake of her head, sniffing slightly. “As weird as this is gonna sound, I don’t want anyone to hurt him… Even if he does deserve it. I just want to take a few days off and recover, ya know.”
“Sure honey, anything you need,” Tonya said, her red painted lips a thin line as she watched the Omega that had just finished recounting the tale to the pair of them. They were almost the only people she knew here after all. “But if you change your mind, just remember we know how to hide a body.”
She wanted to point out just how fucked up that was, but thought better of it.
“I can’t believe he brought you the pill to take,” Tonya stated again in disbelief. “I would have never thought that out of Beau.”
“Guess I wasn’t good enough to carry his pups,” Y/N choked out, a fresh wave of emotions gripping her as she tried to whip her face from the fresh wave of tears. “Just like I wasn’t good enough to claim.”
“There’s got to be more to it sweetheart,” Tonya tried, “maybe you should just talk to him—”
“I think he’d said all he wanted to say. If so, he wouldn’t have stood there and watched me take it without a drop of remorse.”
“Go home,” Donno stated suddenly, his gaze fixated out the window, and a far off look on his face. “Take all the time you need, and when you’re ready, your job will be here.”
Y/N nodded, and stood, giving Tonya a said smile before she made her way towards the door.
She knew that she’d changed, that her heart was Beau’s. She knew things would never be the same again the moment he touched her. Still, she never would have thought the change would be this, or that it would hurt so bad.
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If It’s Meant to Be
Pt. 7
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!!! Injury, (a gun shot), problems that typically come with ABO Dynamics and Omega rights.
Word Count: 2040
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!
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Y/N gripped her purse strap tighter as she made her way down the hallway, towards the room that the nurse had directed her when she came into the hospital and asked where they were keeping Beau Arlen.
She was surprised to find out that they were just willing to tell her exactly what room and on what floor he was. She had thought, surely, seeing as he was the sheriff, there would be some sort of security. Apparently they didn’t feel the need, or someone had told them she was coming, likely Jenny, seeing as Connie said she was the one who gave her the contact information.
Jenny’s devotion to push Beau and Y/N together was something of an enigma to her. She never talked to the Alpha woman before, and honestly, she didn’t exactly see them becoming 'bestie’s'. It wasn’t like they had a whole lot in common. Still, over and over again, she seemed determined to put her in the way of Beau when he needed help.
She really didn’t have time to think about all of that. Right then, at that moment, all she really could think about as she passed the hallway full of faceless, nameless people on her route to Beau’s room, was simply this… Was she making the right choice? Should she even be here?
Beau clearly didn’t want her as a mate, as much as Jenny wanted her to be his mate. He’d rejected her in the coldest way possible. He’d made it very clear, abundantly so, that she wasn’t what he wanted as an Omega. So should she even be here? Why the hell did Jenny even call her? What was going to be Beau’s reaction when she walked into his room? And lastly, but definitely not the smallest of those questions, would she be able to handle his second rejection?
She stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, her heart pounding and her breathing coming out in quick, short bursts as she shut her eyes tight at that last thought. The answer was no, no she wouldn't be able to survive it. The Omega inside of her wouldn’t survive it. It had made up its mind, Beau was her Alpha, and if Beau really didn’t want her, then there was no point in going on at all.
She was broken. Adding this specific insult to injury was suicide, and she knew it. Which is why she turned around, just four doors away from Beau’s and started to make her way back towards the elevator she’d come out of just moments before on shaky legs. It was a last ditch effort to self preservation. All the good it did her, because she’d taken no more than two steps back towards the elevator, when Jenny’s voice caught her attention and made her blood run cold. There was no running from this apparently, man, the universe was cruel when it wanted to be.
“Y/N! Wait!” Jenny called as she jogged after her.
Y/N closed her eyes and tried counting backwards from ten in her head to claim herself down. It didn’t work.
“Hey,” Jenny said, coming to a halt behind her and placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulders so that she would turn around to face her, which Y/N did reluctantly.
Y/N’s face must have shown what she was feeling on the inside, because Jenny took a step back, giving her an apologetic smile. “Thanks for coming,” she offered, and Y/N cleared her throat to remove the lump that had formed there, which didn’t work.
“Yeah, how is he?” she questioned, shoving down all the feelings that suddenly wanted to work their way through her eyes and down her cheeks to add to the building pressure in her chest. She didn’t want to cry in front of the woman that was standing in front of her. She didn’t know why, but it was a weakness that at that moment, she didn’t want to show.
“He’s okay,” she said with a sigh. “The bullet went through his right shoulder, front to back. The guy that shot him is in custody. He’s going to be fine.”
Y/N looked at her, confusion clearly plastered on her face.
“Well, then why am I here?” Y/N questioned. “I can assure you, he doesn’t want to see me.”
Jenny’s lips formed a thin line as she shifted her weight on her feet, and looked around the now empty hallway in order to focus on something other than the Omega that was standing in front of her, and if it was possible, she could have sworn what little fragment of her heart that still existed fell to her feet. She had a feeling that she was going to get the short end of the stick.
“Because, when Beau came in, and they treated him, there were still a lot of the rut hormones present in his system in all of his labs. By law, they can’t release him at his age from the hospital unless they release him to his Omega. Mostly because there’s a possibility that he could go back into rut. If he goes into rut at his age unmated, and can't come out of it… Well, I think we all know what happens then.
Tears started to sting Y/N’s eyes to the point that she couldn’t stop them from slipping down her face. She couldn’t go through another rut with Beau, just to have him bring her another Plan B and send her away, she just couldn’t.
Jenny place what was supposed to be a comforting hand on her shoulder, and Y/N took a step back away from her before whipping her face with the sleeve of her jacket and looking the Alpha woman in the eye, trying to get a read on why the hell she felt the need to do this to her; to torcher her so.
“Jenny, I can’t do that again. He doesn’t want me. I can’t face him. I can’t live with that kinda rejection a second time. I just can’t. He can stay here in the hospital until his rut passes. I don’t want to be used as his rut bunny, and then kicked to the curb like some used piece of trash. I can't do that.”
“Y/N, I know Beau is an idiot, and I know what he did. It’s a small town, when an Alpha comes into a pharmacy to purchase a Plan B, people tend to talk. But he is the way he is not because he doesn’t want you, or wanted to reject you. He is the way he is because he’s been hurt alot himself. You were the one person he was asking for when they loaded him in the back of the ambulance before he even got here. Just— just talk to him. You might be surprised what you find behind that door.”
Y/N stood there for a moment, looking between the woman standing in front of her and the closed door just down the hall; caught in between the urge to tell Jenny to fuck off, and walk away with what little bit of sanity she MIGHT have had left…
Or to walk through that door like her wounded, limping, and longing Omega wanted her too.
Honestly, it would have been easier to go through with walking the green mile to the electric chair. That might hurt less than what Beau had already done to her, not to mention what he could do to her.
“What did he want in the ambulance? What did he want from me?” Y/N questioned, and Jenny sighed deeply as she turned around to look back towards the door herself.
“I think it’s best you talk to him when he’s ready to talk about it,” she answered after a while. “I’ve been in his business enough. I don’t want to ruin what friendship we had developed. But he needs you, Y/N. He might not want to admit it right now, but he does. Just go in there with him, take him home. Don’t let his brooding scare you. TALK to each other. I promise you, you will regret it if you abandon him now.”
With that, the blonde turned on her heels and walked off towards the elevators, leaving Y/N alone standing in the hallway. Her heart was beating so hard that she could feel it in her ear drums, and her feet and legs felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds, rooting her to the spot, not letting her leave or go forward one way or another. But in her defense, it was really hard to think when all she could see was the deep wound in her chest that Beau had caused.
“Miss Y/L/N?” A voice called from to her left, and she jumped as she turned to find a man standing next to her in a long white lab coat, clearly a doctor. Apparently fate was deciding for her once again. If the universe wanted to kill, couldn’t it have just dropped a house on her for fucks sake!
“Yes,” she answered, clearing her throat to hide the overwhelming emotions that were working their way from her gut to her throat.
“I was just about to call you again,” the tall man answered, placing a hand on her back, and guiding her towards the room that Beau was in. “My name is Dr. John Clark, and I was the attending that stitched up Beau’s shoulder. While the wound isn’t necessarily a LARGE one, it IS a deep one. Clean through his shoulder. To keep from tearing his stitcher, he needs to limit mobility, no holding his arm over his head, and keep his arm in the sling while he’s awake, and no strenuous activity if he can help it until after he’s seen for a follow up in two weeks to make sure that everything’s healing properly.”
The pair came to a stop in front of the door, and Dr. Clark turned to face her as he placed a steady hand on the doorknob.
“I’ve explained to him why we had to call you. I’m the one that read the test results to him. He knows that he’s only being released on the premise that he stays with you in case he relapses into his rut. If for some reason he does go into rut, don’t let him hurt himself. It’s hard for an Alpha to let an Omega do most of the work, it just goes against the natural order of things so to speak, but he needs to stay in that sling and not tear those stitches if at all possible. If you guys need something, Beau has my personal number.”
“Thanks,” Y/N mumbled as Dr. Clark opened the door to reveal a disheveled, somewhat pale, and wounded Beau sitting already dressed on the edge of the bed with his jacket seated loosely over his bad shoulder, and his arm tucked into a blue sling.
He looked weak, almost pathetic. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, it made her heart ache for him.
Dr. Clark handed Y/N a pile of paperwork and instructed her to sign them where he’d pointed with his finger while Beau’s eyes looked over her as if he’d seen a ghost, but he’d kept his jaw shut tight. The look on his face as he looked down at his lap when she’d made eye contact with him was almost submissive, and it was strange to say the least.
Still, it gave her an idea. If she was going to have to keep him while he recovered, then HE was going to do this on her terms. She could give a fuck who the Alpha was in the terms of biology, he wasn’t just gonna be able to go off and hurt her, get forgiven, and walk back into her life to hurt her again. Nope, he was gonna have to earn it.
“Alright Beau, everything seems to be in order, you’re free to go, and remember what I told you, don’t use that arm.”
Beau nodded as he got to his feet, and Y/N turned on the spot and started to make her way towards the elevator fast enough to make him half to catch up to her, which he did without complaint.
Maybe this was her way of getting some sort of payback for the pain he’d caused her, but she didn’t think so. Really, she thought it was just good sense to guard her heart. He hadn’t exactly proven himself a worthy mate for her. Why should she put herself out there just to get destroyed once again? No matter how much she was attracted to him, or not matter how much the Omega inside wanted to baby him, and take him in. Nope. She wasn’t going to bend, not that easy.
Beau followed her without a word to the parking lot, staying close enough, but also keeping his distance until they go to her car, at which point he cleared his throat as he placed a good hand on passenger door of the car, the sound made her look up to find a pair of tired, somewhat dimmer green pair of orbs staring at her than what she remember.
“How—how do you wanna do this? Do you wanna go back to my place or—”
“No,” she answered him sternly. “You can have Jenny go and collect your things that you will need, and you will be allowed to sleep on my couch until the time comes, and you can go back to your life. Seeing as you made it very clear that I’m not welcome in yours.”
“Y/N—”
“I’m not in the mood to discuss things right now Beau,” she cut him off again, and he looked down at the ground much like a kicked puppy.
Good.
“I’m tired, and I’ve got to go to work in the morning, so you can either get in the fucking car, or you can walk back in there and check yourself in until you’re fully out of rut. Your choice.”
Beau said nothing, just slowly climbed into the car, and closed the passenger door softly, leaving Y/N standing alone outside of the car where she closed her eyes and counted to ten before climbing in and starting the car.
“My terms. This is going to be on my terms,” she told herself as she pulled out of the parking lot, and onto the main road. “He can’t hurt you if you don’t let him…. Or can he?”
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If It’s Meant to Be
Part 6
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!!! Multiple View Points
Word Count: 2040
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!
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Beau’s POV:
Beau rested his head against the cold glass of the passenger side window he was sitting next to, his gaze unfocused on the greenery flying by ahead of him. Everything around him was nothing but a blur, a long, agonizing blur. He’d stopped drinking heavily when he moved to Montana, but tonight, if he survived this shift, he was going to give his past, ‘recovered’ self, a run for his money.
The day had been no short of hell itself, as he expected it to be. He was pretty sure that everyone in the Goddamn department knew that he’d not claimed Y/N.
He thought he’d been able to hide behind the mountain of paperwork he’d had to work through in his office all day, but of course, some fucking asshole had to do a hit and run in the description of the car that Beau and Jenny had been tracking for weeks, presumably, it was connected with some cartel that had moved its way into town from New York. So therefore, he had to respond in person, because he didn’t really trust Jenny to do something stupid if she decided to go alone. This was just fucking perfect. Icing on the cake of a total shit day. One that apparently didn’t seem to have an end in sight.
“You know, if you’re not up to this I can take you back to the station and just bring Pop with me,” Jenny offered again, taking her eyes off the road momentarily to stare at Beau with a concerned look on her face. She’d never heard him so quiet. It scared her. At first, she thought he was just angry at her, and he knew that is what she thought, but honestly, he was past angry, and just didn’t feel like talking about his feelings to anyone. Now he was pretty sure she was just fucking scared he’d gone into some sort of pining sickness. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure that he hadn’t, but seeing as there was nothing he could do about, there was no point in worrying about it. It’s not like he could change things, make them better. He just had to live with it until that little piece of Alpha that thought he’d found hope in Y/N died, just like he did the night Carla left, and took his pup with him.
“Beau!” Jenny yelled this time, and he jumped, looking at her with wide, confused eyes and she set her lips in a hard, disapproving line as her eyes bore back into his. “You know, fuck it, I’m taking you back to the station, you’re not—”
“I’m fucking fine, we’re almost there anyway, just… let’s just get this over with.” Beau bit back, and she narrowed her eyes at him again before bringing her gaze back to the road ahead of her.
“Beau, your mind’s clearly not on this, that’s dangerous, something could happen to you when you’re not paying attention fully to what’s going on around you. You’re not even really in any shape to be at work today.”
“I said I'm fine,” Beau growled threateningly as he turned his gaze back towards the road ahead of him and leaned his head back against the window.
“I can tell you’re not fine Beau, but whatever, be stubborn. If you get hurt, then it’s on you. I offered you a way out. In more ways than one.”
“Excuse me?” Beau questioned, head shooting off of the window as if he’d been tased to glare at the blonde woman sitting next to him. “What do you mean, ‘in more ways than on’?”
“How do you think Y/N knew you were in rut? Or that you needed her? I went to Tonya’s Diner and I told her, if I had not, you’d be feral or dead right now.”
Beau saw red, he’d never been so angry. No amount of anger management, grief counseling, or fucking therapy could have calmed him down. He’d never had a woman on his punch list before, but he was pretty sure she’d just made it.
“You what?” he growled as Jenny pulled up to the scene of the accident and put the vehicle in park.
“You weren’t going to get any better,” Jenny said stubbornly. “So I went to Tonya’s restaurant, and I told her you were in rut, and that she’d triggered it. Ultimately it was her decision to go to you, but still, I think she had the right to know.”
Beau’s hands were shaking as he reached for the door handle, his nostrils flared heavily with each breath, and honestly, he probably looked a little insane.
“You know, you really need to learn how to mind your own Goddamn business. I didn’t ask for your help. I didn’t ask you to send that girl to me. I didn’t ask for an Omega. Next time you decide to help, don’t.”
Before she could argue with him, Beau jerked the car door open, and stepped out onto the road, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, making a mental note to ride home with another deputy. Had she not butted in, he wouldn’t have to feel what he was feeling right now. He wouldn’t have had to make the decision’s he’d made.
Y/N’s POV:
“Jesus Donno, I’m so sorry,” Y/N apologized for what felt like the thousandth time just in one day.
“It’s okay Y/N,” Donno reassured her on the other end of the phone. “You had a lot coming at you when you left last, and this morning when you got here was no better. It was a simple mistake. I can correct it.”
“Doesn’t make me feel any better though, I should have checked it this morning before I left. When I get back to work tomorrow, I’ll stay an hour later and help you set up the breakfast prep for the next day off the clock to make up for it.”
“No you will not,” he argued, an air of finality in his voice. “You work too much as it is, take a few days off on us, recover from what that so-called Alpha did, and in a few days, come back to work when you’re feeling up to it. Your job will be here, and I’m seriously not worried about the prep work, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t losing it, and that I really didn’t have it done and not just misplaced a pan of biscuits or something.”
“You’re sane as you always were Donno,” she chuckled on her breath at the thought of Donno in comparison to sanity. “It was my mistake.”
“Again, no worries, I’ll call back and check in a few days to see if you’re able to come into work. In the meantime, get some rest Y/N,” he insisted. “You work and stress too much.”
“Scouts honor,” she said before disconnecting the call, and laying the phone down on the table with an exhausted huff.
Truth be told, there would be no resting for her.
When she’d gotten home from the restaurant, she’d cried until she just had nothing left to cry, only making it from the front door to the couch. She was mourning. She was mourning the Alpha that had rejected her so cruelly after he’d used her for his rut. She was mourning the pup that would now never be. She was just gutted from the whole thing.
Then once she’d cried all she could cry, she picked herself up off of the couch, and forced herself into a shower in an attempt to get his scent off of her skin. She’d succeeded mostly. Still, if she breathed deep enough, she was sure she could smell him still. Like he was embedded into every fiber of her being.
She thought that if she could get his scent off of her skin, then the extreme heaviness in her chest would go away, and she wouldn’t feel as if her whole house were sitting in the center of her chest, making it difficult to even breathe sometimes. The Anxiety and the heaviness that was there though did not dissipate with his scent though, cause it seemed to be getting heavier, and she started to become more anxious the longer she sat alone on her couch, staring at the phone that she’d placed on her coffee table moments ago.
Even through the grieving, she’d been angry with Beau since she’d pulled away from his trailer with her shattered heart somewhere in her gut. She was angry that he’d used her. She was fucking furious that he’d had the audacity to bring her that pill. She was so, so mad, and so brokenly hurt. Still, as the minute hand clicked by on the clock hanging opposite her on the wall, the more she started to feel like something was very, VERY wrong. Like something really bad had happened.
If she had to describe it, it was as if someone in the corner of the room had whispered, and she’d heard it, but no matter how hard she listened, she couldn’t distinguish what they were saying, but she knew they were asking for help. Then, when she turned, no one was there. It was creepy, and it made her skin crawl.
It didn’t help that every time she closed her eyes, even for a moment, all she could see was those emerald eyes staring back at her the way they were when she’d left them there in his trailer.
So no, there would be no rest for the weary, not today, probably not tonight or tomorrow either.
She was just about to get up and go to try and make herself eat something, thinking it might help with the pit that she felt in her stomach, even though she wasn’t at all hungry, when the phone rang, making her jump off of the couch as if someone had yelled ‘clear!’ and hit her with a set of paddles.
Normally, if it was a number she didn’t recognize, she just ignored it, but since she was so on edge, she answered it on only the second ring, afraid that if she didn’t, then it would only driver her mad thinking that it was the one call that she should have answered, but didn’t, cause that’s just how anxiety works, and now she’d never know because she didn’t answer.
“Hello,” she half yelled breathily into the phone, her hand placed over her racing heart in an attempt to slow it.
“Hello? Ms. Y/L/N?” the female voice on the other line responded, and for a moment, she thought she was about to get another notice on the extended warranty on a car she didn’t even own, so she rolled her eyes dramatically at her own overreaction as she flopped back down on the couch, even more annoyed and upset with herself that she already was.
“Yes, this is she,” Y/N continued, committed by the fact that she’d already picked up the phone, might as well let it play out.
“This is Connie, from Helena General. Beau Arlen was shot today in the line of duty. Jenny told me that you were his Omega.”
Just like that, the floor felt as if it had fallen out from under her, and had she not been sitting, she would have fallen on her ass.
“Sh… He’s been shot?” she stuttered out finally. “Is he okay? Is he alive? How bad is it?”
“Calm down Ms. Y/L/N, he’s alive, but I can’t discuss the nature of his injuries on the phone, I need you to come to the hospital.”
For a split second, Y/N thought about just hanging up on her. Beau had abandoned her, rejected her so cruelly. Maybe he deserved the same fate. Maybe she should just walk away. Whatever happens to him, well, he deserved it. But then, there was this gut-wrenching feeling that just wouldn’t let her do it. It just wouldn’t let her abandon him the way he’d abandoned her.
“I’m on my way.”
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If It’s Meant To Be Pt. 1
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: Alpha in Rut, somewhat of a dangerous situation, angst if you know where to look. Language. Multiple view points
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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Beau’s POV:
Beau glared off in the distance of the expansive skyline ahead of him. It was a gorgeous shade of darkening blue and orange as far as the eye could see as the sun began to sink low on the horizon. He was trying to will himself to make his mind as blank as possible and slow his heartbeat that would erratically take off and try to fly out of his chest and around the cab of his old jeep. If he concentrated heard enough, from his parking spot here on the top of the highest point of the highway, close to the airport, he could just see the peak that was known as Deadman’s drop, which he used as his focal point of focus in order to force his mind to focus on just that spot, and nothing else that was gnawing away at him in that moment.
He could feel it growing, boiling in his belly like a forgotten pot on a hot stove. It just kept bubbling and bubbling to the point that it was hissing as the water licked at the hungry flames just below that happened to escape the pot. It was just a matter of time before it would boil over and out of control, and there was nothing he could do about it; it was biology after all. He thought that he was well beyond his ‘productive’ years. He guessed he was wrong. This rut was gonna happen, no matter how he tried to stop it or ignore it’s oncoming. It was the first one he’d had in years, since his divorce.
The phone rang shrilly through the darkening cab of his solitude, and he jumped as if someone had shot him, cursing as he looked down to see Jenny’s name flashing on the screen that lay on the worn seats next to him. If there was one Alpha female, he did not feel like dealing with right now, it was her. He just wasn’t in the mood to talk this one out. He definitely didn’t feel like someone challenging his authority in that moment, and if there was something really, really wrong, Cassie and Pop could help her handle it for the next three days. He had a feeling, by the time the clock struck midnight, he was going to be nothing more than a mess of burning hormones and discomfort. So it didn't matter if the world was coming to an unexpected end, he would be of little to no help to them anyway.
As soon as the ringing stopped, it started again, and he growled low in his chest as he ripped the phone up off of the seat and answered with a seething, “what?!”
It wasn’t that he wanted to snap at the woman on the other end of the line, he really didn't know what had gotten into him. He was never this mean on the edge of his rut, but it was almost as if it were something he couldn’t even control. When you’re licensed to carry a gun and are having trouble controlling your anger, that can be a scary thing.
“Thank God,” Jenny’s voice sounded from the other side of the phone, seemingly relieved that he answered, and not put off by his annoyed attitude at all. “I was beginning to worry about you! Pop said you left in a hurry today after lunch, and that you just told him to have me handle things. That you’d need off for a couple of days with no explanation!”
Beau cringed at the memory. He panicked when the first strings of his rut presented themselves at the diner today where he’d been eating lunch with Pop, and he just bolted. He knew he’d hear about that one, he just figured Jenny would be so excited to be in charge for the time being that he wouldn’t have to hear about it so soon.
“Are you okay?” The Alpha woman pressed on the other end of the line when all he could do was grunt. She just wasn’t gonna let it go. He wished Cassie would have been the one to make the call, he could have thrown her off his trail easier. Jenny was pushy, and when she got on something she just wasn’t gonna let it go until she got to the bottom of it, even if it wasn’t something she didn’t really need to dig in.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” Beau sighed heavily, debating on just saying his had the flu, or telling her the truth, knowing that if she though he had the flu, she’d tell Cassie and Danise, and poor unexpecting Danise would try to bring him more food, and put herself in danger with a rutting Alpha. That wasn’t something he wanted, so it was best to just fess up. Even if he didn’t really want to tell anyone. Even though he really couldn’t pinpoint just why he was embarrassed, ruts and heats were just a natural part of the biological cycle. Most everyone had them.
“My rut snuck up on me, and I had to bolt in a hurry,” he admitted as he pinched the bridge of his freckle dusted nose, like the pressure could make the sudden uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach just go away, even though it wouldn’t.
“Oh,” Jenny responded with open shock. Apparently, she thought he was too old to go into a rut too. Well fuck her. He wasn't that old. At least he didn’t want her to think he was that old. It was embarrassing.
“Well, uhm, do you… do you have everything you need? I can bring you some food and supplies if you need them, and I know a number to a good Omega service that is completely incog—”
“It’s okay,” Beau interrupted her quickly. “It’s not even that bad. I’m sure I’ll be fine in a few days, just… I’ll give you a call when I’m ready to come back to work. I have everything I need at the trailer, I just need to take a few days to chill so I don’t bite some poor criminal's head off,” he laughed, attempting to turn a very awkward situation into a joke, as he often likes to do, hiding behind the humor.
“Okay, well, I’m phone call away if you need something,” she offered again, and he thanked her before hanging up quickly before the conversation could get anymore embarrassing. The only problem was, to make matters worse if that were possible, now that she mentioned food, he realized just how hungry he was.
He grunted to himself as he tossed his phone back on the seat next to him, and looked down at his dash to see that it wasn’t even seven in the afternoon yet, Tonya’s diner was still open, and if he hurried, he could go grab his last meal before he had to go lock himself away in his trailer for the next foreseeable three days or more. He wasn’t fully in rut yet, and didn’t think he’d be a danger to anyone. So with a long slow breath, he steeled his nerves and threw his car in drive. One more meal is what it felt like, the final walk down the green mile. God he was getting dramatic in his old age.
Y/N’s POV:
“Y/N,” Donna called as she brought the empty coffee pot back down at the station. “Are there any more customers out front?”
“Nope, no one here,” she responded. It had been pretty dead since the lunch rush, as it sometimes was during the week. Which, if she were being honest, made for a really long shift. She’d rather it be a rush until the end of the day and the place was ready to close, because it made the time go by faster. On nights like this, it just left room for her mind to wonder. Tonight, it was wondering about Beau Arlen, the handsome sheriff that had come in for lunch with Pop.
He’d gotten up so suddenly when she’d brought their sandwiches to them and all but ran out the door that it worried her. She was always a little shy, and situations like that always bothered her more than most. She didn’t know if it was something that she had done? Had she offended the handsome Alpha? For some reason, just the thought of causing the Alpha harm or offense caused her chest to tighten.
“Well, we will just stay open for one more hour then,” Tonya interrupted from her usual perch at the table in the corner of the room, ever watchful of the goings on in her little restaurant. “No reason to stay open until ten if everyone seems to be staying home tonight.”
Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad that she wasn’t going to have to sit here with the Beta woman, and the strange Alpha all night long, and Donno was strange if he was nothing else.
She was just about to start her closing rounds through the tables, refilling napkins, ketchup bottles, and salt and pepper shakers, when a bright beam of headlights showed through the glass windows lining the wooden walls of the room. She tried not to whine openly; she had really hoped to get out of here early tonight. But just because one car pulled up didn’t mean the calvary was coming. Still, she would have rather just gone home instead of one more customer slowing them down. That is, until she saw that it was the handsome sheriff she'd be fixated on all day. Honestly, she probably could have picked those handsome, long, bowed legs out of a blind lineup stoned drunk.
She had no more abandoned her table clearing when Donno came shooting around the counter, teeth gritted, grabbed her by the arm and jerked her around the counter and into the kitchen.
“Stay here,” Donno ordered!
She stumbled backward until her back came into contact with the cutting block he’d been working on just moments before, preparing things for breakfast that next morning.
“What? Why?” She questioned him, her heart stood still in her chest, and fear gripped her, because she was no fool, she knew that Donno and Toyna where in more than just food service, and her mind was concocting all kinds of illogical things faster than she could even blink as to why they might want her to hide from Beau, when they were perfectly fine when he was in here earlier that day?
“Because he's in rut, I can smell him from the parking lot!” Donno growled as he hurried to the counter by the register, leaving her stunned and shaking alone in the kitchen.
She was young, only about twenty-five years old, but she was old enough to know that a rutting Alpha, even when normally the Alpha was sweet, and quite like Beau, could be dangerous. Still, that did not stop her from making her way over to the swinging doors and small window there to pier out and watch as the tall, handsome Texas made his way slowly to the doors and pulled them open, Donno remained still at the register, Toyna even got up and stood behind him, a tinge of fear coming off of her light Beta scent, even she knew that a Alpha in Rut could be dangerous, but Y/N could hardly old herself to the spot she stood in hiding, wanting to do nothing more than to run out to the Alpha, even though she was breathing through her mouth, afraid to catch his scent.
She just knew if she got a whiff of his scent, it was over. Something way deep down inside of her knew, if she caught his scent, she’d belong to him, and there was nothing no one could do about it, and fuck if she wouldn’t go willingly. She’d always had a crush on Beau, and this would be just the deadly icing on the cake that she’d jump off a cliff into. Because it would be likely that he’d claim her in a heated rut, then not want her when it was over, that was a danger everyone ran.
One she didn’t know if her heart would survive at all.
“What do you want?” Donna voiced loudly as Beau slowly made his way to the counter, his hands raised in a strange submission to the other Alpha, even though if he wanted to, well, let’s just say Donno didn’t stand a chance…
“You’re in rut, you shouldn’t be here!” Donno continued. “We have an Omega working here that you’re putting at risk!”
“Easy man, I just want a Sandwich to go, and I’ll be on my way,” Beau said, but Donno didn’t move a muscle, even as Beau pulled a wad of money and dropped it on the counter. “I know the Omega’s here, I can smell her, but I promise, I just want something to eat. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Beau’s eyes drifted up to the little window where Y/N was peeking through, his eyes flashed gold, and her knees almost gave out from under her.
“You can go wait by the back door for your sandwich,” Donno agreed after a moment, “but one wrong move and you’re out of here, you hear me?”
“I swear man, I’m not gonna hurt anyone,” Beau insisted.
Y/N could see the restraint it took to stand there, she noted the way his hands trembled as he placed his wallet back into his back pocket, and the way his shoulders would shiver slightly as he fought to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, no doubt fighting against the same fear of scenting one another as she was.
She watched in rapt attention as he slowly made his way to the table at the very back of the wood paneled room and sat down slowly at the booth there, placing his head in his hands on the table as he waited. Donno never moved until Beau was seated, and when he turned to come into the kitchen to make Beau’s order, Y/N shot back to where she was a moment ago, before Donno comforted the Alpha.
“You, stay here until he’s gone,” Donno ordered as he shoved past her, “I’ve got to make him a sandwich.”
Y/N nodded, but slowly made her way back over the door to watch him, and so far he hadn’t moved, even when Toyna slowly made her way back over to her seat, ever watching him as she lowered herself down slowly to sit back behind her laptop. Really, if he wanted to, he could take Tonya too, but the likelihood of that happening was almost non-existent, An Alpha, especially one in rut, rarely even noticed the Beta in the room. Still she was cautious of him, and Y/N wondered why they were both acting this way, why they were both acting as if he’d snap at any moment? Beau was a good man, he would do anything to hurt anyone. At least, that’s what she’d stood there and convinced herself of.
“You know, he wasn’t in this shape when he was here at lunch time,” Y/N stated, never taking her eyes off of the Alpha, who, if she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he was just asleep at his table. “He was fine when I took his order from him, and when I came back with their food, he bolted as if someone was chasing him.”
Donno dropped the spatula he was working with behind her, and Y/N turned to face him quickly. If she didn’t know better, she was sure she saw a tinge of fear in his eyes. But that couldn’t be right, surely Donno was afraid of no one and nothing.
“He wasn’t in rut earlier, and then suddenly ran away from you, only to come back in rut tonight looking for food?” Donno questioned, and Y/N nodded, keeping her mouth firmly shut tight, even if her every sense seemed to be seeking the Alpha in the dining area. It was almost as if there was an invisible tether that was pulling her in his direction, and it took all she had to fight against it. It was strange, it was as if she wanted to take him home and feed him, nurture him, take care of him, which was insane, considering he was a dangerous, rutting Alpha.
“Do you know that Montana state law states by all right, he can come in here and take you away from here, and there’s nothing I can do about it, because he has a right to take the Omega that triggered his rut home to make her his mate, if he wants to, he can claim you right here, and there’s nothing I can do about it, neither can Tonya.”
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If It’s Meant to Be
Part 10
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!!! Mistreatment of Alphas (yeah, you read that right)
Word Count: 2595
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!
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Y/N’s POV:
It took what felt like an eternity for Beau’s name to be called at the local Helena Rapid Care center. Y/N was pretty sure that it was because he was an Alpha, and one with the Rut hormone still present in his bloodwork, because they were literally the only ones there, and they didn’t even call them back into a private room until the Alpha Doctor, John Carter, that had saw him when he’d gone in for his gunshot wound had sown up to the center, still drinking his coffee and walking around eating his donut like he could care less that Beau and Y/N had been sitting alone in that cold waiting room with Beau running what Y/N had guess was a pretty impressive fever, and totally uncomfortable, for more than an hour. So much for ‘rapid care’, honestly it was a good thing the man wasn’t bleeding, because he would have bled to death before they decided to call him back.
When they did finally call his name, the Beta male nurse walked them to an exam room in the very back of the building, and demanded that Y/N help ‘her Alpha’, change into a hospital gown, before leaving only to return with two different male nurses, one of which was an Omega who looked completely terrified to even be in the same room with Beau, JUST so that he could draw a blood sample.
Y/N could tell that Beau wasn’t used to being treated this way. He was the sheriff; mostly respected in the small town. He wasn’t a danger to anyone, and even though Y/N and Beau had their issues, she was sure that even if he was in full fledged rut, he’d never hurt a hair on anyone’s head. Hell, he’d shown her his gun, and told her to fucking shoot him if she felt that he’d hurt during his rut!! He was never a threat to anyone and the way they were treating him made her blood boil.
Sure, there were some really bad Alpha’s out there. Some of them were dangerous. Some of them used Omegas and Betas as if they were nothing more than a wet whole to knot. Property. Beau was NOT one of those Alphas, and the fact that they seemed to make that assumption about him, and treat him as such, was just fucking rude and hurtful. Not to mention he already felt horrible anyway.
When the door shut, Beau, completely uncharacteristic to the way he’d treated her from the moment she’d picked him up at the hospital yesterday, had slid closer to her in the chairs they had them sitting in and leaned his head against her shoulder. They could have at least supplied him with an exam room that had a bed, but apparently they couldn’t be bothered to have him that close to the main desk, so they had shoved him in this little room with just two straight back chairs. Y/N shifted so that he could at least lean into her more comfortably as she set there stewing in her anger. She wasn’t sure how she’d pull it off, because as far as rights go, Omegas had very little rights, but she was definitely going to contact Jenny and Beau’s other partner they called ‘Popcorn’, to make a formal complaint against this place, regardless of whatever happened between Beau and Y/N. This was cruel.
She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and get Beau dressed to take him across town to another hospital that might at least treat him like another human being instead of a fucking rabid dog, when a loud rap sounded on the door, and Carter opened it.
“Okay, let’s have a look at that shoulder, '' he announced, ignoring Y/N completely and stalking over to Beau with the full air of an annoyed Alpha as Beau sat up straight next to her. “Then we will go over your blood panel with you that was drawn when they brought you back here.”
The sound that the chair he dragged across the linoleum floor made Y/N flinch as he settled himself in front of Beau, and started to unwrap his shoulder. Beau just kept his head down, clearly he felt like utter crap for even having to come here, the least this douchebag could do was be a little more respectful to him, but Y/N guessed that he was in a mood, and just didn't care.
“Your shoulder looks fine,” he announced after a moment before he started to rewrap it.
“But it hurts worse,” Beau protested, and the doctor shot a glare in Y/N’s direction that left little to no doubt that the doctor’s source of annoyance was actually HER rather than Beau.
“That’s because the fever is burning off the pain medication before you can really get much relief from it,” he answered sternly. “Which brings me to the next issue I want to address here.”
The doctor stepped back and glared at Y/N as if he hated her very being, and she sank back in the chair to make herself smaller in spite of herself. Honestly, she hated looking weak in front of a room full of Alphas.
“Has anyone ever explained to you how your body’s function? How your hormones, especially the all important Alpha Rut Hormone is produced?”
Both Beau and Jenny just look at one another in confusion before shaking their heads and looking back towards the doctor, who pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in exasperation.
“The Alpha Male Rut hormone is stored and produced, in the testicals, much like testosterone. When a male successfully ejaculates, the hormone, along with a strong dose of testosterone and live sperm is released from the body. That’s why in order for the rut to pass, he needs to find a mate to help him, OR, if he’s young enough, he can manage with toys and just self ejaculation until enough of the hormone has left the body, and the rut passes.”
Both Beau and Y/N were staring at the doctor like a deer caught in headlights, but Y/N was pretty sure that she knew what the doctor was getting at, and slowly, Beau seemed to catch up too.
“But I’m not in rut,” Beau argued, “and my shoulder isn’t infected, so what are you getting at? Why am I running a fever?”
“When your body is not able to release the Rut Hormones in the way the creator, or biology, whatever you believe in, intended, it is cycled through the system and back into the body, causing a rut fever, which is exactly what you have. You have so much of the Rut Hormone present in your bloodwork this morning, I’m surprised you’re not feral.”
Beau looked down at his lap, blushing deeply under the doctor’s gaze, and Y/N temper rose as her nostrils flared. So this is how they treat sick Alphas who might be feral? Like rabid dogs?
“The only way you’re going to get rid of the fever and not go feral, is for that Omega you have over there in the corner of the room get off of whatever prude horse she’s riding on right now, and do what nature intended the pair of you to do, because the fever is going to literally fry your brain, and you’re going to be nothing but a drooling, feral mess that someone will have to put down.”
The sound that erupted from Beau’s chest damn near made Y/N fall out of the chair she was sitting in. He shot to his feet so fast, with his hand around the doctor’s throat, that she didn’t even really see the movement, until she registered that he had the doctor around the neck, and was attempting to choke the man to death.
“Never speak about my Omega like that again, or I will snap your skinny little neck. Do you understand me?” the Alpha warned, and the doctor could only gasp and nod as Beau dropped him to the ground.
“Get him dressed and out of here, I’m no longer going to be your primary provider,” the doctor said as he stood to his feet and adjusted his lab coat before storming out of the door.
Beau stood there angry and breathing heavily between Y/N and the doctor until the door was closed, at which point Beau turned to her, shame and disgusted clearly plastered over his face.
Y/N stood slowly, approaching the Alpha as if he could snap on her at any moment, because honestly, she wasn’t sure what to make of him. He’d never stood up to anyone about her before, and it wasn’t something she expected, but if the doctor was right, and the hormone was present in his system that heavily, he was dangerous, and could indeed snap if he was set off.
“Come on Beau,” she said, grabbing his shirt and showing it to him. “Let’s get you dressed and take you home.”
Beau’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he let her help him out of the hospital gown, he didn’t say a word, just stared at the floor. The grim silence that fell around him was almost palpable, and she wondered if this is what it was like in the final moments that someone had just accepted their fate, and given up. Sheer, painful, utterly silent loss.
Beau’s POV:
Beau’s feet felt as if they weighed 1,000 lbs as he followed Y/N out of the clinic through the back door, because they refused to let him walk through the front of the clinic, into the cold, sleeting rain. His shoulder was screaming in pain, and his chest felt as if it weighed a million tons with each breath he took as he did his best to stave off the impending panic attack.
This was it, the end of the road for him. He was going ‘home’ to die on the couch of the one person that could save his life, and honestly, it was his own fault. He was the one that stupidly made her hate him. He was the one that pushed her away. He was the one who refused to do what instinct told him to do the night she showed up at his trailer, all because he thought she deserved better at her age than to be stuck with someone that carried as much baggage from his past as he did. He’d created the recipe for his own end. He had no one to blame but himself. That didn’t make it hurt any less.
If he could just go home to his trailer, then he could end it himself before it got too far, and feral. He would at least be able to die with some measure of dignity then. Not a drooling, fever-brained mess that most likely won't even be able to talk. He’d have rather gone in the line of duty than this.
Beau crammed himself into the passenger seat of her little car, and waited for her to settle herself in the car and close the door to the cold before he cleared his throat to force himself to speak, praying to whatever god was listening that she would either feel sorry enough for him that she’d let him die his way, or that she wanted to unload him bad enough, at this point, either way he’d take it.
“Please take me back to my trailer. I wanna go home,” he said, his voice rough and barely above a whisper as he stared blankly out of the window. The first good snow would set in soon, but most likely he wouldn’t be able to see it. He’d probably be dead before it settled onto the ground.
“Maybe we can try another place,” she tried. “That’s just one person’s opinion. Maybe there’s a doctor in another county that can help or—”
Beau just shook his head and stared back at her, defeated, sick, and more alone than he’d ever felt in his life, it was enough to close her mouth without him even opening his.
“There’s no doctor going to help in another county,” he said, letting one single tear spill from his emerald depths that were swimming with emotions. “Just take me home so I can at least die in my own bed. Can you please let me have that much? I will leave a note, saying it was my choice so that you won't get in any trouble. Please?”
Y/N sat there staring back at him for a moment, clearly debating over something but she had no idea what. Finally, she nodded as she put the car into drive, and turned onto the main road. Beau’s thoughts drifted to his daughter, and he picked up the phone, and opened his text messages, but he had no idea what to even say? How could he tell her he was going to die, all because of this? He didn’t know how to say goodbye.
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If It’s Meant to Be
Pt. 4
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!!! No Minors!! Smut, Unprotected Smut, Knotting, ABO Dynamics. Sub/Dom subtext. Fingering (female receiving) P & V. Angst. Language. Alpha in rut, mentions of possible heat.
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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As soon as the door clicked above her head, and the sound of the lock resonated through the cold, still night air, Y/N was on her feet. Her heart was pounding, her hands were shaking, and her breath was coming out in short spurts. But all the anticipation was for nothing, because the door never opened.
She stood there with her eyes wide, in stunned silence. She didn’t know what to do. She’d heard him unlock the door. She didn’t understand why he didn’t open it.
“Come on, Y/N, don’t be a coward…” she grumbled under her breath before reaching for the small metal door handle with shaking hands.
She didn’t know Beau, not at all, but his little confession just now told her that maybe, even though she intended to put the ball in his court, he needed her to take the first steps for him. She didn’t know for sure, but she had a feeling that Beau had been hurt pretty bad by his ex-wife, and some of the issues he’d just revealed to her, they most likely extended from that.
So she did the only thing she knew to do, and that was slowly, ever so slowly, open the door.
The first thing that hit her in the face was the heavy, heady scent of an Alpha in rut. Had she not been on suppressants for as long as she had, it would have thrown her directly into a heat, but thankfully, she was able to keep a clear head about her, and look around the small area in front of her that consisted of, well, what most travel trailers looked like, a small living room/kitchen with a couch directly in front of her line of vision, which is where she saw Beau, sitting on his small nest he’d created for himself with his head in his hands, and his long, thick fingers buried deep in his long hair that was slightly dampened with sweat.
He was shirtless, only adorning a pair of loose fitting gray sweats with an orange longhorn emblem on them barely visible on the hip. To his left was a toy he’d been apparently trying to use to help himself through what was clearly something that wasn’t getting any better, and to his right was his phone that had been tossed haphazardly from the pillow to the floor.
He looked pathetic. She hated it.
She’d never seen the tall, handsome Alpha look so small, so defeated, and it shattered her heart. So much so that it took no effort for her at all, or a second thought for her to shut the door to the trailer, and slowly make her way towards him, kneeling submissively in front of him.
Slowly he lifted his head and looked up at her, lines deep around his stunning green eyes, and his pink lips parted slightly as he breathed slowly in and out of his mouth in effort to keep from scenting her, and loosing what little bit of control he had left, even she could see he was hanging on by a thread only.
“Alpha,” she tried, keeping her voice small, and her stance lower than his. Even though she felt sorry for him, even though he very well might be a true mate, he was still a rutting Alpha, and they were dangerous. Something she had ever present in her mind.
Beau shut his eyes tightly, the last bit of his own will started to crumble, and he reached a trembling hand towards her. She reached out and took it tentatively, letting him slowly guide her towards him, until he’d pulled her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around waist, nosing his way around her neck and jacket.
“Have you ever been with an Alpha before Omega?” he questioned, his voice strained as he finally allowed himself to breathe in her scent, and she shivered in spite of herself, the slight cramping that had been washing over body began to get slowly worse, and she could feel slick started to gather in her underwear at just his close proximity. It didn’t matter at this point if she was ready or not, the Omega inside was ready, and she was the one with the final say so. No matter how much Y/N hated to admit it.
“Yes, once, but I’ve never been claimed,” she admitted, forcing herself to stay as still as possible as Beaus' large palm slid down her jean clad thigh, and his nose traced along her mating gland. She could feel his whole body shaking as he held on to the last of his humanity with all that he had. Still so unsure, but also unable to let himself go… no yet.
“I know it’s too late to run now,” he continued, his breathing labored. “But if I do anything that hurts you, and you can’t get my attention, there’s a loaded 9mm on the side of the couch, I want you to shot me—”
“Beau, no, you’re not going to hurt me, and I’m not going to shot you—”
“Y/N, I don't know if I'm going to be able to stop myself, and I want you to promise me that if I hurt you, you’ll stop me. Please, for my peace of mind… promise me.”
“I’m not going to shoot you Beau,” she argued, “and you’re not going to hurt me. I trust you.”
“Stubborn,” he gripped as he reached over to the gun beside the couch and flipped off the safety before he slid her jacket down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
That’s when Y/N watched the change happen. The sudden switch flip that kept Beau at the forefront of his control, and let the Alpha take over. Honestly, she was impressed he’d held onto it as long as he had. She figured as soon as he opened the door to her, he’d have been almost feral in his attempt to take whatever it was that he needed from her. It was what she’d heard that Alpha’s did all the time, especially their first time with their true mates. In fact, most of the stories that she’d heard were damn near animalistic in their advances, rough and brutal, but not Beau.
He was careful, slow in his advances.
He didn’t hurry his way through stripping her clothing from her body, ripping and tearing like she was told an Alpha would. He took his time in sliding her shirt over hear head, and unclipping her bra before sliding it down her shoulders, letting his nose trail along her collar bone as he carefully laid her back onto his couch, one massive hand covering running up her side, sending a rippling chill down her body, while the other braced her head almost as if she was as fragile as a newborn child.
His scent was heavy, and it was everywhere and nowhere all at once. His touch was too much, and somehow not enough. Even once he’d discarded her jeans and underwear after she’d kicked off her boots, and he’d placed his heavy weight on top of her as his lips claimed her own, it wasn’t enough, she wanted more of him. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. But no matter how close he got, it just sent the fire in her veins roaring higher and higher, but never quite consuming her.
But only when she reached for his sweats to slip them down his body, did he show any aggression at all; growling deeply in his chest, as he wrapped his hand around both of her wrists and held them above her head, forcing her to look at him. Not that she had a problem with that at all, he was a sight to behold.
“Alpha,” she protested half heartedly, honestly the Omega inside wanted him to dominate her, flip her over and take her like a proper Alpha, and the amount of slick she was producing was testament to that as he slipped two thick fingers into her waiting heat, sending a shock wave through her body, and causing her back to arch off of couch under her, leaving her protest to die in her throat as he slowly worried her open.
His dark eyes watched in rapt attention as he drove her body higher and higher, splitting her open on his tick digits, preparing her for his knot, until she couldn’t take it anymore, and reality blurred with pleasures, sending her quaking under him into her release, vision nothing but a white spot, completely breathless. She was pretty sure she almost blacked out for a moment. But the loss of his fingers sent her whimpering back into reality, as he finally stripped his pants from his body, revealing himself to her completely.
She was stunned, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, freckles dusting his lean, hard body. Made solid by years of rigorous police work. The slight golden tan of his skin stuck out even in the darkness of the room around her. He was long, thick, and curved just enough. He was quite literally mouth watering, and had this been a situation that was more casual, she would have loved to taste him, maybe later?
“Present,” he growled, snapping her attention back up to his face as his hand slowly stroked his throbbing length, and she scrambled to obey him.
Somewhere deep down in the corner of her mind, as Beau lined himself up with her waiting heat, and she screamed as he forcefully thrust himself into her, sending her weeping cunt convulsing around him at the sudden intrusion, that nothing would ever be the same again.
She’d never walk away from this the same person she was. She belonged to Beau. She was his, even if he didn’t want her, no matter what happened when this rut passed, she was his.
Beau wasted no time in setting a quick, almost punishing pace, his strong body covering her as he mounted her fully in an attempt to get as deep and as close as possible. He was so big, bigger than any man she’d ever been with, Alpha or not. Every thrust, every drag of his thick, veiny manhood through her velvet heat thoroughly wrecked her mind, body, and soul. All she cared about was him, all she was, was his.
Every thrust was meet with a grunt as his knot started to expand, catching her entrance with every thrust as he rutted himself into her impossibly deeper, and she clawed at the fabric underneath as she tried to hold herself up. She was so close. Her body was vibrating. She was hanging on by a threat, and as soon as his knot popped she came with an ungodly scream, her body convulsing violently as pure, hot pleasure soared through her veins and his cum floated her belly, until reality blurred into darkness, and his scent surrounded her as he tucked her into his side once he’d came down from his own high, laying them safely there until his knot could go down, and calm surrounded them for just a moment.
Somewhere, in her exhausted, endorphin filled brain, she knew that he’d not claimed her, and the Omega inside mourned at the lack of claim, but she didn’t question him, and just forced herself to focus on the feeling of being connected to him, and his solid body resting behind her as he own breathes evened out, and sleep overtook them both.
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If It’s Meant to Be
Pt. 9
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!!!
Word Count: 2595
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!
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Sleep? What is that? Y/N wasn’t even sure anymore. Mostly because every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Beau’s way to the adorable, kicked puppy face he’d been making ever since she showed up at the hospital to collect him. When she opened them, well, son of a bitch if he wasn’t just beyond the threshold of the door of her bedroom, lying on the couch. It did no good to close the door either, because she knew that he was still there, just beyond the door. Long, seven-hour sleep battle story later, well, let’s just say she didn’t sleep and stop being dramatic about it.
Beau, if he was awake, he didn’t move around much or sit up at all during the night while she had the door open, so she assumed that he’d slept just fine, which pissed her off even more if she was being honest. Because she was grumpy when she didn’t get any sleep, and the fact that she was already pretty pissed at the handsome Alpha did not help her mood at all, even after she’d gotten out of bed for the hundredth time that night at two in the morning, and slammed to door shut so that she wouldn't’ have to see him lying there anymore.
The shower she’d taken had done little to relieve the tense feeling in her chest either that morning before she dressed herself to get ready for work. Not that Tonya and Donno required a uniform or anything, still, she liked to at least show up for work looking presentable. Which usually meant a morning shower to help wake herself up, and then a light coating of makeup and at least fixing her hair somewhat for the day. But today, her mind was too stuck on the Alpha laying on her couch with the blanket wrapped up to his throat, which sent her anxiety through the ceiling, which made her not really care so much about what she looked like today, and in a continual, spiraling effect, caused her to forgo the makeup, and just throw her hair into a messy bun.
She knew that really, she probably shouldn’t even go to work today, but going to work was a better option than being stuck in the house with an Alpha that offered her a Plan B pill at the thought of having his pups, so there’s that.
Y/N took one last, disgusted look, at her reflection, shaking her head at the state of herself, but not in the mood to do anything about it, and ripped the bathroom door open to go and find whatever she did with her comfortable shoes for work.
Normally, Y/N would just eat breakfast at the diner, because Donno usually cooked enough to feed an army in the morning, and Tonya and herself ate for free, but as she placed her empty coffee mug in the sink, the Omega in her whined loudly at the injured Alpha that was still laying on the couch, wrapped up in his throw blanket that was to small for him, and made his soak clad feet stick out.
He really was a pathetic sight if she did say so herself, and honestly, as angry and as hurt as she was by him, she couldn’t continuously leave the house without at least checking on the man to make sure he didn’t need anything before she left, even though the more human side of her was content to let him lay there miserable as she was and starve. She could be petty apparently, and that’s something she hadn’t realized about herself.
With a deep, annoyed sigh, Y/N made her way over to where Beau was laying, carefully sniffing the air as she approached to make sure that he wasn’t in rut, because she could see the sweat causing his soft hair to stick to his forehead slightly, but she didn’t scent any rut in his warm, coffee, pine, and sandalwood scent. The very scent she hated to admit still made her shiver slightly, but she’d deal with that later.
Concern creased her forehead as she knelt down in front of him, placing the back of her hand against his clammy skin to discover he did indeed have a fever.
Beau grunted, but never opened his eyes as he shifted slightly on the sofa, turning his head away from her to face the back of the couch. Of course he would be off put by her touch, how stupid of her to think that he’d actually WANT her to take care of him. It wasn't like after their confrontation yesterday when they got there they’d had a giant, love filled, conversation with forgiveness, and heartfelt shit. Honestly, neither had said two damn words to one another again. She stayed locked in her room with a book, doing her best to ignore him, and he laid himself down on the couch with the phone, ignoring her.
She quite honestly didn’t know what to do. He had a fever, but he didn’t smell like rut, so he wasn’t IN rut. He really didn’t want her to be his mate, he was just stuck there. He’d said he was going to try to contact his ex-wife, and as much as that fucking hurt, it was probably for the best, but here he was, and she hadn’t come to collect him. The fever could mean that he was about to go into a very bad rut, and then what?
She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and leave him there to go to work when Beau jumped slightly, his eyes shooting open, and looking around widely until he registered where he was. She hurried back in surprise, and watched in silence as he grimaced and shivered before laying back down on the couch where he’d been.
“You scared me,” he admitted, but said nothing as he sank deeper into his small throw blanket, shivering like he had a chill. He didn’t even bother reopening his eyes again.
She stood there, eyes glued to him, jaw set tight, and in such inner turmoil that there were no real words to even describe what she was feeling. On one hand, the petty, mean side of her wanted to jerk the blank off of him, and throw it across the room before she left to go to work, just to make him have to get up and collect it, but the Omega inside of her was worried about him, and wouldn’t let her move one way or another. So she just stood there in a weird state of, help him, or leave him there.
“I’ve got to go to work,” she announced after a while, and Beau cracked an eye at, laying there looking much like a wounded, disheveled lion that was NOT in the mood for anyone’s shit. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need any food or anything before I left.”
“‘M not hungry,” he murmured, “don’t feel all that great, just wanna sleep.”
He shivered harder, and Y/N instinctively knelt beside him again, causing his eyes to shoot open, but this time he didn’t flinch away when she reached to touch his forehead again, he felt even hotter than he had a moment ago, and that’s when the petty side of her shut up, and the worried Omega took over; whether she like it or not.
“You’re burning up,” she mumbled out loud. “Do you feel like you’re going into rut?”
Beau furrowed his brows in concentration for a moment, clearly trying to make his fever soaked brain register with the rest of his body.
“No, no I don’t think I am, it doesn’t feel like it anyway,” he answered after a moment before grabbing the back of the couch with his good arm, and forcing himself to sit up, and Y/N backed up immediately to give the Alpha his space. If he wasn’t going into rut, that means something isn’t right. It sent her anxiety through the roof in a way she didn’t expect. She couldn’t understand why the hell she cared so fucking much?! It wasn’t like this changed the fact that he didn’t want her.
“Fuck my head is killing me,” he admitted, reaching up to press the heal of his palm against his temple.
“Well you’ve got to be running a fever for a reason, are you sure you’re not going into ru–”
“I’M FUCKING SURE I’M NOT IN RUT GODDAMMIT!” He suddenly yelled at her, and she jumped almost the length of the living room at his unexpected irruption. She had never heard the full use of his Alpha voice before, and it was terrifying. Tears immediately started to sting at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She refused to give him the satisfaction.
“I’m sorry,” he corrected quickly, clearly surprised in his own outburst. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I really didn’t. It just came out. My head and shoulder are killing me, and I know that’s not an excuse at all, but it just… I’m sorry, it really did come from nowhere. I promise I’m not in rut, and I don’t feel like I’m going into it either. I just feel like utter shit.”
Y/N stood there for a moment, debating. The Omega inside of her still wanted to help the Alpha, even if he was rude and snappy. She wanted to just leave him there if he was going to act like that. This was her house and her rules after all. Still, she knew that if she left and for some reason, something happened to him, and she left knowing he was feeling bad when she’d left him, she knew that the guilt would eat her alive. Fuck her life honestly.
“Well, it’s not your rut, then let me look at your shoulder, then see about getting something in your system to get the fever down,” she offered, taking a test step closer to him.
“I thought you had to go to work,” he said, and she stilled in her steps. “You don’t have to take care of me Y/N, I know you really don’t want to take care of me anyway. I can get my own meds.”
“Would you stop being stubborn and just let me look under those bandages,” she stated flatly, refusing to back down. She wasn’t going to let him guilt her, or scar her. Not this time.
Beau sighed and shook his head as he looked down at his lap. “Whatever you think you need to do, darlin.”
Y/N’s nostrils flared, and anger boiled in her system. She was just trying to help the stubborn Alpha, and she felt like he could care less! It was insulting and annoying all at the same time. Still, she didn’t want the sheriff to die on her couch, and then the Alpha he worked with breathing down her neck along with his daughter. So she moved over to him, and started to take the sling from his shoulder, which caused him to yelp in pain and grab her waist with his good arm.
She froze at his touch, memories that shouldn’t be flooding her mind swarmed in front of her and she had to bat them away quickly.
“Have you taken any of your pain meds during the night?” she questioned as she slowed her movements to not jostle him more than she needed too as she worked to slowly remove the bandages.
“Yeah, every six hours, but it stopped working so well at about four this morning,” he admitted through gritted teeth as she slowly pulled the last of the bandages away, revealing the angry, red wound where the bullet had entered his shoulder.
“Maybe we should take you to get this looked at again,” she admitted. “I think it looks infected.”
“Fuck me,” he growled throwing his head back against the couch as his phone chimed loudly next to the pair of them, and he reached for it without thinking, causing Y/N to back away from him. It was almost as if he didn’t care how close she was, or that she was trying to help him, he did what he felt like doing, even though it was rude and mean and it just made her that much more irritated with him.
“It’s my daughter,” he revealed. “She’s worried about me. Carla told me last night that I couldn’t stay with her, that she would not have an Alpha that was close to his rut around her daughter. Nevermind the fact that it’s my own goddamn kid and I’d never hurt a hair on her head.”
Y/N tried to swallow down the emotions that arose in her at his little revelation, but she wasn’t able to hide it off of her face apparently, because Beau cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, his emerald orbs staring at her, almost searching.
“I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me, I really did try to leave with her, but she wouldn’t have me. This was never my intention. If I would have just listened to Jenny and not walked up to that fucking truck I would have not gotten shot, and you could have moved on with your life, and not been stuck with me here.”
“What were your intentions then Beau?” Y/N questioned as she stood up after helping him back into his sling. He was shivering so hard his teeth were practically rattling in his skull, but Y/N didn’t much care at the moment, because honestly, the fact that he actually called his ex-wife to try and get her to come and save him from her, that fucking hurt bad. “Were your intentions to just use me, and then send me on my way? Didn’t like what you saw once I really got in there with you? Hmmm? Maybe you just wanted a rut bunny, and one just happened to be stupid enough to show up at your door? That it?”
The questions tumbled out of her in haste of heated anger, and all Beau could do was sit there, his arm in a sling, sweat dampened hair, hollow looking gaze, and mouth slightly open as he tried to process what she’d just said to him.
“I… No, I never meant to—”
“You know what Beau, it doesn’t matter, it's done, and you’re here, whether you want to be or whether I want you to be or not. So get some fucking clothes on, and we will go see why that fucking wound is infected.”
Y/N stood harshly, marching towards the kitchen. Not that she was hungry at all, she just wanted to get some distance between them. Being that close to his scent, it was hard to stay angry with him when she was that close to him, and dammit, she wanted to be mad for a while.
“I need help with a shirt—”
“Figure it out,” she shot back at him over her shoulder as she grabbed her keys off the key ring. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”
If she lived through this, really lived through it, this would be the last time she ever helped an Alpha with anything. Trust was something in her that he’d absolutely broken and stepped on. So was the notion that love existed at all, because if she ever loved anyone, she stupidly though it would have been Beau.
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If It’s Meant to Be Pt. 3
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: Alpha in Rut, Language, Angst, maybe even flangst? Cliff hanger ending!!! (Y’all gonna @ the fuck out of me lmao)
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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Y/N’s POV:
Y/N sat for a long, long time just staring at the silver Airstream trailer at the end of the driveway in the middle of the woods, one that seemed to lead to nowhere, with her heart racing so fast she could feel it in her ears.
She made sure to stay downwind of him, so that the likelihood that he’d catch her scent before she was ready to deal with him face to face was very unlikely, but it gave her time to think, and to weigh her options.
Of all the places she thought she’d go in life, of all the things she had planned to do, finding an Alpha was not one of those things. It just wasn’t in her plans. The likelihood that Beau was her Alpha was greater than him not being her Alpha, and that was terrifying to her. It meant no longer just having herself to worry about. It meant being bonded and tied to someone. Somemuch so that their wellbeing mattered, and not just her own, and that wasn’t something she’d prepared herself for mentally, or physically for that matter. It meant no longer just thinking for herself, but thinking for him too. It never really mattered to her if she didn’t have enough money to pay the phone bill, or if she didn’t have enough money to go to the doctor if she got sick. But what if Beau got sick, and she didn’t have the money to take him to the doctor? That meant more to her than herself, because whether she liked it or not, his well being really mattered to her more than her own, elsewise she would not be sitting here at the bottom of his driveway, watching the light from the TV flash in the small window, weighing all her life options that lead her to this moment in time.
She was scared.
The Omega in her, she wanted to go to the Alpha just up the hill. She wanted to make sure that he was okay. She wanted to give in, and let him make her his own. She wanted a life with a family and security that an Alpha would bring. This was what biology intended, and that’s what she needed out of her life.
Y/N wasn’t totally in agreement with her own nature. If she took him on as her Alpha, whether she consented to the claim or not, she was no longer her own person, via Montana state law, she was his property. He had the final say over everything about her. From medical decisions, or God forbid something happened, and she wasn’t able to make decisions for herself. He could have her put away. There would be nothing she could do about it, she knew that. It scared her because she did not know Beau Arlen. Sure, people say he’s this great, upstanding citizen. An officer of the law, bound to serve and protect. But what if he was all that in public, and a real dick behind closed doors, like all those horrible Alpha horror stories parents told their Omega children to make them weary of things they might get themselves into… Was it a risk she was willing to take?
Just then, a breeze blew her way, and she caught his scent for the first time through her suppressants, probably because it was so strong due to his rut. He smelt like home. A scent she hadn’t smelt in a long time. There was a comfort there in it. There was a hint of pine in it, and a strong, deep amber whiskey, with the warmth of a december campfire against the bitter cold, it made her shutter in her seat. The hint of his scent only made the pull that much stronger, and she gripped her steering wheel tightly, forcing herself to stay seated until she was absolutely sure this is what she wanted to do, because something in her deep, deep down, deeper than biology, told her once she took that step, there was no going back. Not now, not ever. She debated on this, knowing that she couldn’t even walk away now if she wanted too. But in her mind, it was HER decision, and not biology. She prided herself on being a strong, independent Omega, giving up that independence, even for someone as handsome as Beau, wasn’t going to be easy.
Finally, Y/N, still somewhat indecisive, swallowed thickly as she put the car in drive, and started to make her way down to what Beau considered his home.
Most people would not have found this little place he’d created himself much of a home, but the quiet little trailer and patio, with his string lights and chairs sitting about, it was more homie than she thought she’d find it when she finally discovered where it was. She might have even stopped to appreciate it more, had her nerves not been bouncing around in her head like a rough ping pong ball.
“You can do this Y/N,” she coached herself as she put the car in drive with her eyes glued to the closed, silver door. “He’s not a mean Alpha, he’s a sweet, caring Alpha. One you’ve even waited on a handful of times since he’s become Sheriff. It’s going to be okay.”
Even she didn’t believe herself as she opened her car door slowly, and on shaky legs stepped out of the car, and slowly made her way up to his patio and door before coming to a halt. Surely, he could smell her, and her suspicion was proven correct when a loud, deep, warning growl sounded from just on the other side of the door.
“Go away Omega,” he warned, sending a shiver down her spine at the use of her title in his voice. “You’re not safe here.”
Now, normally, that would have sent her running, screaming in the other direction. But she was nothing if she wasn’t stubborn, and fuck if he didn’t smell amazing, and the way his deep voice rolled over made her heart hammer so loud against her ribcage that she seriously thought he could probably hear it through the door. There was no way she could run now if she wanted to. The Omega had gotten his scent, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted her Alpha. Beau was her Alpha, she knew it, she just knew it.
“Alpha, please, open the door,” she pleaded and he whined as she placed her hand on the cold silver steal of the door. “Jenny said you’ve been sick for days now. I can help. Just let me in.”
“Darlin, you don’t want to be tied to a man like me, and if you come in here, I’m not gonna be able to stop. Leave, please, while I still have the composure to let you,” he tried again, and she flinched at the rejection in his voice.
He was standing closer to the door now, probably leaning on the other side, because she could swear that she felt the heat of his body coming through the thin steel.
“You’re not gonna scare me off Beau,” she stated matter of factly, rooted in her own stubbornness. She never was one to give up very easily and walk away, especially not when it took all the self convincing to even come all the way out here to see him.
“I’m not trying to scare you, I’m telling you the truth,” he growled through the door. “I’m telling you the truth. I’ve got more baggage than I can even handle on a good day. My job is dangerous, I’m more likely to die on the end of some asshole’s gun than I am to retire. I’ve got a child with another woman. I live in a goddamn tin-can that I call a trailer. I’m old enough to be your dad. I’m action packed with issues you will hopefully never see. I’ve got trust issues, and separation anxiety. I talk to fucking much. I promise you Omega, you don’t want me. No one does.”
Y/N leaned her forehead against the cold door, and closed her eyes to fight against the sudden pit that had begun to form in the pit of her stomach. His scent had changed to an almost sour, oppressively sad scent that could have been suffocating, and it told her that he believed every word that had just come out of his mouth. It made her heart ache for him. No one deserves to feel that way. No one deserves to be that alone.
“Beau,” Y/N tried again, there was something deep down inside of her that wouldn’t let her give up, she just couldn’t walk away from him. “I got to work every day at a restaurant owned by a fucking drug cartel, and you know that, I’m not stupid.” She was met with a deep, agitated growl on the other side of the door, but continued anyway.
“It’s likely that I might end up dead one day because of it, because all it will take is one pissed off supplier to walk in, and we’re all done for. I don’t care that you have a child with another woman, or have had a life besides me, that child is a part of you, and I’m going to care about her just as much as you do IF you will let me. I’ve met Emily, and she’s an amazing kid with some of your best qualities. That isn’t gonna send me screaming in another direction. Your place here is gorgeous and peaceful. Honestly, I don’t need a lot, you’re more of a home to me than a building and four walls, I know you can sense it too. I really could care less how old you are, I never liked guys my age anyways.”
Y/N side down the trailer door and sat on the step, leaning her back to it as she continued. His scent was overpowering, and honestly, her legs were shaking so hard it was getting hard for even her to stand as the first signs of those ever so familiar heat cramps started to roll in. His scent was starting to affect her more and more the longer she was there, but she didn’t care. She just wanted him to open the damn door.
“I’ve been on my own since my dad kicked me out of their house when I was sixteen years old. So, I got my share of Abandonment, and trust issues. But if we’re gonna be alone, might as well do that together, because I know you feel the pull Beau, or else you would have run me off for real. As far as you talking too much? Well, I’m so shy half the time and intimidated by things that most people don’t even notice or care about that I can’t get a world out edgewise, and it would be nice to have someone around that knows what to say when I just don’t. I promise you Alpha, you would be the best thing that’s ever walked into my life if you’d have me, whether you believed me or not.”
For a beat, neither of them made a sound. The only thing she could really hear was the sound of her own heart racing, and the crickets off in the distance, and she thought maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t going to ever open the door. That maybe he didn’t want more baggage. He’d said he’d already had enough, and maybe she was wasting her time and no matter how bad it hurt, it was either leave him here to go feral and die alone, or sit here and die right along with him…
Until she heard the latch unlock on the door….
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If It’s Meant To Be Pt. 2
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: Alpha in Rut, Language, Multiple Viewpoints.
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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Beau’s POV:
“Beau, it’s been three days, maybe you should call the service I told you about. I swear to God, they have to sign an NDA, no one will even know,” Jenny pressed from her position at the front door of his little silver Airstream trailer. To respect the privacy of the Alpha, she wouldn’t go in all the way, but she’d been there at least once a day to check on him since she found out about his little problem, and he was doing nothing but getting worse and worse as the days went by.
Alas, the man was stubborn, and no matter how much she offered to pay for an Omega to come and help him, he’d refuse. His excuse to her? It wasn’t that bad. He’s a father for Christ sakes, he’s not calling for an escort to come and help him! Her personal favorite, “prostitution is illegal Hoyte! I don’t care how fucking secretive or incognito it is!” She thought she was going to die laughing when he candidly voiced a fake, deep Alpha voice that said, “Hey babe, thanks for the help, but as soon as my knot goes down, I’ve got to take you in, seeing as you’re breaking Montana state law.”
That was three days ago though, when he was sitting fully clothed at his kitchen table, stuffing his face with one of Tonya’s Sandwiches from the diner he’d just showed up from when she’d gone looking for him at his trailer. Today, he’d not even bothered trying to get up off the couch in his little living room when she’d opened the door to find him laying shirtless, adorning a pair of gray sweats, and looking a little worse for the wear, the entire trailer, and about a mile up the road really, wreaking of an Alpha in rut.
“I’ll be fine Hoyte,” Beau insisted, barely even looking over to see her standing there at the door, watching him with concern etched into her pretty features. It was too bad she wasn’t an Omega, because honestly, Beau wouldn’t have minded riding this rut out with her, but seeing as she was an Alpha, he thought it best not to risk it. It wasn’t unheard of for Alpha’s to pair up to ride out a rut, but it also wasn’t unheard of for those situations getting out of hand, and someone getting hurt. “It’s only been three days, sometimes these things can last up to a week, you know that.”
“That’s true, but on the third day I’m at least able to get up and walk around and fucking function. You look horrible.”
Beau growled a warning deep in his throat as he sat up suddenly.
“I said I’m fucking fine!” Beau insisted. “Just like I told Cassie last night, this is the first rut I’ve had since the divorce! I knew it would be bad if I ever had one, I’m perfectly prepared to ride this out! I don’t want my daughter reading on social media about how her dad was arrested for hiring a Goddamn prostitute because he wasn’t man enough to fucking handle a rough rut!”
“Beau, no one is gonna find out if you ask someone for help! If you won't use the Omega service then go to the doctor and get some medication, please!” Jenny argued, taking a step towards the fuming Alpha, the Alpha in her unable to back down from a challenge. Even though she understood where he was coming from, that didn’t stop her from being less worried, or either of the pair any less bullheaded.
Beau ran his hand harshly down his face and pulled at his hair in frustration. This wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. The universe must hate him, that’s the only reason this is happening to him, he was convinced of it. He just had to fall into a rut, now of all fucking times.
“I promise if it hasn’t let up in a few days, then I will make an appointment with the doctor, but right now, I’m fine, I swear it, you and Cassie can just calm the fuck down,” Beau’s muffled voice said as he flopped back down face first onto the pillow that he’d been laying on the couch a moment ago.
Jenny stared at him for a moment, debating on pulling a gun on him and making him go to the ER with her right now, but she had a feeling that, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, if Beau wanted to, he could kick her ass, and neither of them would get anywhere.
“Do you know what happened, what triggered it? You said this is the first one you’ve had since your wife left you. What caused it to happen now?” Jenny inquired and Beau looked up at her, guilt written all over his handsome face.
“You know that pretty little Omega that works as a waitress for Toyna at her diner? I think it was her. I think she triggered my rut.”
Y/N’s POV:
“Y/N!” Donno yelled once more from behind her, and she nearly jumped out of her apron before she turned around to face him, still somewhat stunned, and holding the rag she was using to clean the table off that Beau had been sitting at the night before. Which had led her thoughts to Beau, which is what had her stopped in her tracks, staring off into the void,.. Again… Probably for about the fifth time just that morning.
“Are you okay hun?” Tonya asks from her seat at the table as Donno hands Y/N the refills for the ketchup bottles so that she could finish her rounds through the small diner and stalks off. “You’ve seemed off for the past three days?”
“Yeah,” Y/N insisted with a shake of her head as she forced herself to walk away from the table and start refilling the bottles at the table across from her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine,” Donno ever so bluntly pointed out. “You seem like you’re pinning over Beau more than you're focused on working.”
“Subtitle Donno,” Tonya voiced through tight lips.
“I don’t do subtitles, it’s better to just do like a band aid, rip it off. Get it all out there,” Donno said as he rounded the corner of the counter to go back to his hiding place in the kitchen.
“Sorry,” Y/N continues, choosing to ignore the brooding, stranger Alpha. Donno was usually in a horrible mood in the morning, apparently today would be no exception. “It’s just…you know what, I really don’t know what it is,” Y/N admitted as Tonya patted the seat across from her, inviting her to sit down. “Normally, I wouldn’t even have noticed I think, but Beau usually comes in every day for lunch, and it’s been three days since he’s shown up again, and for some stranger, stupid, maybe hormonal reason, it has me worried about it. I can’t help it.”
Tonya nodded as she closed her laptop. “Maybe you can give him a call, just check on him, see how he’s doing, settle your nerves a little if nothing else. Beau is an Alpha, even if he is probably the strangest Alpha I’ve ever seen, normally they all have one thing in common. They like attention from Omega’s, so I doubt he’d be angry if you called to check on him.”
Y/N blushed deeply at the thought of even picking up the phone to call him, and at what the thought of his deep, husky voice sent her insides to doing, or at what she might have done last night thinking about said voice, just to be able to calm herself down enough to even get some sleep. But no one needed to know that, especially Beau.
“I don’t know,” Y/N said, “I mean, he’s hardly ever even looked my way, and when he did, he ran away as fast as he could. Donno thinks I’m the one who’s triggered his rut, but honestly, it looks like if I’d been the Omega that did that, he would have come back for me, and he hasn’t.”
Tonya nodded as she turned to watch Jenny pull up in Pop’s red van, her own old truck still out of commission and Beau not being around, it seemed the most appropriate choice of borrowed vehicles apparently.
“Just think about it, okay? I promise, it might make you feel better,” she offered as Y/N stood to get ready to take the woman’s order that was making her way to the door.
Y/N chose not to respond, instead, she was quite ready to get away from this horribly embarrassing conversation, and she was kinda glad Jenny decided to pop in when she did. A literal, ‘saved by the customer’, moment.
In fact, seeing as Jenny hated Tonya so much, it was stranger for the female to show up the more she thought about it, and it was strange enough to have Donno even creeping out of the kitchen again.
“Good morning,” Y/N attempted to greet her as Jenny opened the door and looked around the restaurant in clear disgust, most likely at the cold that was coming from the table Tonya occupied, and the kitchen door where Donno stood staring like a fucking creeper. “Can I take your order?”
“I’m not here to eat,” Jenny said, which made Donno walk out of the kitchen door to stand beside Y/N to glare at Jenny in what was supposed to be a threatening matter, but really, he just looked mildly confused and constipated all at the same time in a very, Donno, almost enduring way. “I need to talk to you about Beau, if you have a minute.”
“Beau? What’s wrong with him?” Y/N said, her voice laced with sudden worry that seemed to boil over out of her stomach, into her chest, and out of her mouth.
“Well,” Jenny stated as If Donno wasn’t still staring holes through her. “He came in here about three days ago and you triggered his rut, he’s not doing too well with it either.”
Before she could even open her mouth to respond, or even formulate a response, because honestly, her brain suddenly turned to mush as soon as the words were out of the blonde’s mouth. It was one thing for Donno to say it, it was another when Jenny said it. It was almost as if it made it more real, Donno jumped into the conversation head of her.
“So, if she did trigger his rut it’s Beau’s Omega, and his right to come and collect her if he wants her, not you.”
Jenny snarled at the Alpha in disgust, almost trying to decide if he was worth a response or her time, and clearly deciding he was not, as she turned back to face Y/N.
“Beau, he’s not your average Alpha, and there’s no way in hell he’d come in here to collect you like some caveman. He’s just not like that,” she passed another death glare in Donno’s direction before focusing her gaze back on Y/N, who was standing there still stunned, and unable to formulate a coherent sentence as her mind raced around what was being told to her.
“Listen, he doesn’t even know I’m here.” Jenny pointed out. “But he is my friend, and he’s not going to get past this on his own. I can’t make you go to him, just like I can’t make him come and collect you or go to the hospital. I am asking you to consider going to see him, just see what happens, and then you can say you tried. You must be on suppressants, because I can’t even scent you, but for some reason he could. Which means it’s likely, you might be his true mate. Y/N, Beau’s a good man, and he’s been alone for a long time, he deserves someone who’s gonna take care of him for once. Someone that actually cares. I know you can’t scent him or sense what he’s sensing, but if you go to him, talk to him, maybe even give him a chance, it might be what keeps him from going feral.”
Jenny turned on her heels and made her way quickly towards the door. Y/N watched in stunned silence before turning to look at Donno, who was watching her just as intently.
“Looks like the ball is in your court Omega,” Donno said after a moment, “what are you gonna do?”
Y/N’s head felt as if it were spinning. She didn’t know what to do. Everything in her wanted to run to him, but there was a part of her, not a small one either, that was afraid he’d reject her on the spot, and she couldn’t handle that. Not at all.
But the nagging little voice in her head, the one that screamed take a chance, just wouldn’t let go. If something happened to Beau because she was scared to go to him, when he was too stubborn to go to her, she’d never forgive herself, and the longer she stood there, that nagging little voice got harder and harder to ignore.
“I guess… I guess I’m going to go see him,” she answered, even unsure herself if she was making the right decision, but the more she thought about it, the more certain she became. “If he can’t come to me, I’m gonna go to him. Then the ball will be in his court.”
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