Simon didn't remember falling asleep or being moved. All he could recall was the feeling of something clicking into place when his alpha claimed him. So, when he opened his ears and saw that above him was the blank ceiling of a hospital room, he scowled. 

He had no idea how he got here, and the beeping of the monitor he was hooked up to was annoying as hell. It gave him a major headache, with the omega raising his hand to rub his forehead only to see that a IV was hooked up to him. His arm was shaking, along with the rest of his body, as his brain bounced around erratically. 

Fuck. Everything came rushing back to him, and the omega slowly sank into the hospital bed as he curled into a ball. He had practically mated with his alpha, and he didn't even know his name. He only had the memories of his touch that lingered on his sore cunt and worn body that everyone had seen by now. 

Simon wasn't unhappy about it, letting the alpha bite his neck and make him pass out. He was practically drooling as he lay in his protective ball and thought about it. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he struggled to even remember the day. 

What he worried about was losing his alpha because of the absurdity of the situation. Simon knew that the hospital would ask questions and want to know who the older man was. If he wanted it, or if the fact that he was in heat was used to take advantage of him. 

They had covered up his mating bite with a bandaid. Because they assumed it was shameful and wanted the world not to know he was claimed. That he had a mate out there. The omega licked his blistered lips and growled. That was his and Alpha's. How dare they. 

He came up with a plan. He would answer their questions to the best of his ability, but he wouldn't say a single thing that could take his alpha away. The needy, twitching omega craved the man and his hands. They had mated without the man knotting him properly.

It sickened him; it left the omega wanting to run out of this hospital room and into the streets to look for the man. A heartbroken mewl left his lips, and he quickly bit down on his tongue to keep from breaking into tears. If he was going to get back to his alpha, he needed to stay in control of himself. 

It was easier said than done when a group of nurses came in to try to ask questions. Simon snapped his teeth at them and growled when they tried to touch him. He didn't need to be coddled or treated like a freak for what happened to him. He felt ashamed as they forced his gown up to take photographs of the damage. His stomach became queasy as he saw fully what he looked like.

The alpha had left his cunt raw, red, and puffy from the nonstop use. His cum was the only thing in it to his disappointment, though the nurses behaved like it wasn't. Once they tried to scoop some up, he slammed his legs shut and told them to get the fuck out in a fit of emotion he hadn't shown in years. He hated this, and he wanted his alpha. 

Bryce wasn't a good alpha, much less a good person. He had an awful smoking habit that even vapes couldn't replace. He loved chasing omega tail and pounding it until the little things screamed themselves raw. The man lost more jobs than he could keep, and he had a record that could write itself.

No omega would want to stay with him long term if they were in the right type of mind. He was in the wrong. He knew he was. Goddamnit, he just couldn't resist the delicious smell of a fresh omega ready to be bred and turned into an attic wife. The boy was throwing himself at him.

"Bryce, are you fucking serious?" 

The forty-two-year-old man rubbed out his cigarette against the desk as his friend marched in and practically hit him in the face with whatever was in his hand. The alpha picked it up and saw that it was a picture from a patient file. A petite omega with a neck covered in bite marks that only a grown man could give.

He raised an eyebrow and gave his friend a look. He knew the beta was a nurse at a hospital specializing in supposed runaway omegas, but to find his omega was just dumb luck. Bryce hadn't intended to leave the teenager like that, but he wasn't going to risk bringing him home and losing all control before breeding him all night long.

He savored the photograph, licking his lip before responding. "Yeah, that's mine."

The nurse growled, his fangs showing even though they both knew they were useless against an alpha like him.

"That's mine? That's all you have to say about the poor boy you have crying and drooling slick in my ward?" 

"He's still wet?" Bryce cursed but had a pleased glow in his eyes. "Well, I can't just show up there before whatever parents of his come to claw my heart out."

The beta snarled. "No. Cut the bullshit and get your shoes on."

Bryce rolled his eyes but got up before the beta tried to pounce on him. Now, Alpha could admit that his leaving Omega covered in cum and slick against an alley trash can wasn't the best idea, but he had his reasons. Like not wanting to go back to prison. Besides, the omega was asking for him now, and the universe must want them together, as his nurse buddy was breaking all the rules to let him visit his property.

The beta whined the whole way there about how Bryce needed to be quick, as they had contacted the omega's family, apparently. He clicked his tongue loudly at the thought of meeting his in-laws and hurried up. The alpha had no interest in arguing over who owned the omega with his parents.

The redhead was his. His pussy was calling for him, stinking up the hospital back hallway as the beta pushed him into the room with a panicked glance. God, you'd think someone who dealt with piss and shit all day wouldn't be such a wuss when it came to breaking a few rules. The alpha snapped his teeth at the beta, who backed off for his own good and stewed in a corner.

Bryce sniffed the air and grinned. The omega was strong, panting and whimpering under a drenched sheet with glazed eyes. The alpha wondered if he even realized that the older man was with him. Wanting to see, he raised his scarred hand and smacked the boy on the ass. 

"What the fuck?!" The nurse yelled out in disgust. 

Bryce gave him a look as the omega whimpered and leaned into his touch. Those glazed eyes looked up at him, and the redhead squealed in delight, throwing himself against Bryce's lower body. The man's inner alpha was thrilled to know that their omega knew its place already, and all they had to do was play with its clit. He palmed the teenager's hand as he watched the ginger attempt to speak.

It was clear that he was more aware of what was going on compared to his heat, but he was still in need of relief. He wanted that alpha cock, but the need to please was overridden by the desire to get answers. Bryce was a little annoyed by the omega refusing to give in and suck him off, but he ignored his mind for now to get to work.

"Omega." He said boredly, and the boy began to blush. "Speak."

The smaller man moaned and rubbed against his chest, basking in his scent before talking. "Alpha, how are you here? Did you take me to the hospital?" 

"Something like that." He found that he liked how soft his omega spoke and the way he batted those thick eyelashes at him. It made it easier to play with him.

The omega nodded, wiping his drool onto the alpha's arm as he asked further questions, the best he could. "Are you–what are you going to do to me?" 

Bryce smirked, and that beta nuisance of his looked like he regretted letting him in the room. A beta like him had no idea what it was like to have an omega in the palm of your hand. How exhilarating it was to be the bad guy and make the poor thing's brain turn to mush. He wasn't going to do it with this one, though. He was going to teach this little thing how to please an alpha and how to do it well.

Bryce had hit the jackpot with those adorable hazel eyes and that body of his. A figure that no amount of surgery could achieve. An omega like that had fallen in his lap, and he didn't give a damn if the parents had a fit over his claim over the boy. The mark was there, poorly covered by a bandaid, but there, and it was calling to him. To sink his teeth in deeper and make sure it stuck for life. 

He smirked, all pleasure, no comfort, and moved his hand from the omega's ass to his hospital gown collar. Grabbing him and lifting him so that they were face-to-face. The omega wasn't completely of it, sure, he still had his heat affecting him, but this was the real thing speaking to him. A kid who couldn't be more than twenty, hell, eighteen, staring at him with a mixture of emotions.

Hunger, fear, and the need to be bred radiated off of him like neon lights as the omega fidgeted. He was panting, drool having stopped, but in turn, the boy was wet. Wetter than most omegas his age, good fucking lord, Bryce would need to slurp it out of him at this point. 

The ginger was waiting for his answer with those cute little eyes of his, and he smirked, knowing he could get an omega this young still riled up. Still begging for it. 

"I'm going to finish our mating. But first," Bryce needed to make sure the omega couldn't get away. "Give me your phone and your wallet." 

The omega was slow to respond, one of his eyes turning the wrong way before he nodded and wiggled out of his alpha's grip. He grabbed a nearby backpack, school work, and a pencil bag spilling out as he searched for his belongings. Bryce felt only more excited seeing that the omega was one of those educated ones. He didn't need a dumb bitch hanging onto him outside the bedroom. If the boy were smart, he would listen better and become the perfect wife.

Bryce watched as he practically face planted in his hurry to hand the alpha his things, red in the face and sweaty. Even his sweat smelled sweet, and the alpha was starting to get a hard-on.

He didn't mind fucking the omega now that he had claimed him, but now wasn't the time. He needed to get the boy's name and contact information for when the time came for him to get him. 

The older man read through his messages and smirked. "So, your name's Simon?" 

"Yes." The omega said as it sat on the floor, IV thankfully still intact, with those doe eyes of his. 

"Cute." He handed the phone back but pocketed the boy's wallet. "Now. Simon, I'm going to get you on Friday from your house. And we're going to set ground rules."

Bryce was going to make the omega bend that back and beg for it nightly when the time was right. He was going to savor transforming the boy into his personal plaything. His. But for now, he needed to get himself home with his mouth firmly shut about their encounter. No cops should be knocking at his door if the omega wants to keep his mind in one piece. Because just from one whiff of him, the redhead acted dumb as shit. 

A cute but pathetic pout came onto the omega's sickly face as he tried to understand what was going on. "Ground rules? You're not staying?" 

"No, you're going to go and lie to your parents about me. Say that you blacked out and don't remember anything that happened." Bryce demanded as he looked down at the teenager who squirmed. 

Simon looked like he wanted to ask more, but he eventually nodded. "Okay. I can do that." 

"Don't be a baby." The alpha growled, and the omega immediately whimpered. "If you do a good job at acting, I'll play with your pussy as soon as I pick you up." 

Simon smiled so sweetly that Bryce knew anyone else would regret what was going to happen. But he didn't feel a shred of it as he patted the boy on the head and listened to him moan. His hospital gown was ruined with liquids dampening it, and the floor soon followed with the omega's thighs squishing as he wiggled. 

This kid was too delectable not to use and too cute not to keep. Bryce playfully put his fingers near the omega's mouth, and he immediately started to stuck them. Glazed hazel eyes closed halfway as the teenager zoned out, forgetting where he was all over again. Yeah, Bryce was going to keep him. As soon as the boy was compliant enough, he removed his fingers and turned to leave. 

The beta stared at him, the man regretting his actions but keeping his mouth shut. Instead, he just glared. He didn't give a fuck about the disgusted look the beta gave him. If the man really wanted to protect the kid, he'd never have brought his photograph to him. That pretend savior act got on his damn nerves, and he sneered at the man before leaving the room. He had the boy's cards, his debit, and IDs, which he planned to put to good use.