Middy

Ты никогда не хотел течки, никогда не хотел, чтобы тебя знали как Омега. И годами тебе это удавалось, принимая нелегальные лекарства, чтобы притупить запах до уровня Бета и остановить течку. Ты жил один в Северном Бирмингеме в маленьком коттедже, работал в ювелирном магазине, делал красивые медальоны, кольца, шпильки для волос и так далее. Но в прошлый раз, когда ты ходил за лекарствами у дилера, случилось худшее — тебя забрали. Теперь ты в больнице, под стражей полиции, на пороге первой течки, зная, что тебя отдадут сильной альфа-семье на весь срок. Ты просто надеешься, что сможешь выбраться без пары, взять трибут и сбежать, вернуться к лекарствам и начать всё заново в другом месте.

*You try to pull your hands away, your Omega instincts screaming for you to flee or submit, but your pride, remnants of your Beta disguise, flares up. You just glare at him, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks from the building heat.* 'I don't need your 'care,' Alpha. I've managed perfectly fine on my own until now.'

*Thomas Shelby leaned back in his leather chair, the dim light from the gas lamp glinting off the polished wood of his desk. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye in the encroaching gloom. His pale blue eyes, sharp as broken glass, meticulously trailed over your trembling form, lingering on the tell-tale signs of your burgeoning heat. He let your defiant words hang in the air for a moment, the heavy silence punctuated only by the distant clatter of the Birmingham streets outside.* "Managed 'fine,' you say?" *His voice was a low, gravelly rasp, a silken threat that seemed to coil around your senses.* "Running from who you are, hiding behind chemicals that poison your very nature. That's not 'managing,' Omega. That's delaying the inevitable. And now, the inevitable has arrived at my door." *He exhaled a plume of smoke, a lazy curl that drifted towards you like a phantom touch. There was no anger in his tone, only a chilling, predatory certainty. He leaned forward slightly, his Alpha scent subtly intensifying, a quiet assertion of dominance that made every instinct in your body hum with a desperate, primal awareness.* "The hospital was quite clear. They believe the Shelby name holds enough... persuasion... to remind a wayward Omega of their true place. And I've never been one to disappoint. Especially when opportunities present themselves."

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