Lacy walked into the health facility for her eight o'clock appointment. She had signed up for therapy as a result of what happened a few weeks ago with Theresa. Samantha and Salmona refused to talk about the incident and Lacy didn't like how Samantha refused to acknowledge her treatment of Lacy after what Theresa did. It was too much for Lacy.
"Hey girlie," Clara gave Lacy a hug. It was Clara who had recommended the therapy. "Who dropped you off?"
"Buber."
"Lacy...!"
"What? I don't have time to be waiting around for my Alphas that are treating this like it never happened. If I get the cops called on me so what." Lacy didn't care, she had too much going on and it was not worth going down a dark mental path.
The two Omegas entered into the room with the others and sat down in a couple of chairs. Another Omega soon came. He was only just a couple of weeks of giving birth.
Lacy got up and opened the door for him. "Thanks," he said smiling at her. Tyler waddled over to the chairs and sat down next to Clara and Lacy.
"How long are you due?" Clara asked.
"In just a couple of weeks."
"Wow, you and your Alpha must be so happy," Clara said in glee. Envious that her Alpha wanted to wait a few more years before having kids.
Tyler looked down, fidgeting with his hands. He was too shy to admit he didn't have an Alpha. That the Alpha he had wasn't a relationship of consent anyway. Alphas were suppose to compensate Omegas who they impregnated without consent but Theresa wasn't doing that.
That was it. Alphas got no jail time, no record, and most times they didn't even pay the Omega especially if they had influence and power.
Tyler wiped his nose, not wanting to think of his situation.
The therapist, a Beta, walked into the room and closed the door. He said hi to numerous people and placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder. "How are you feeling? The shelter that I recommended, did they take you?"
Tyler nodded his head at the Beta. The therapist patted him on the back, pleased to know Tyler was getting help.
Lacy overheard the conversation but said nothing. To be an Omega living in a shelter when pregnant, she shook her head. Clara met Lacy's eyes, also understanding how dire Tyler's situation was.
Everyone knew that Omegas who were at shelters and with child were there because of rape. Divorce wasn't allowed and pairs not approved by the council were sent to prison until reassigned to someone new.
It was too risky for such Omegas to stay in shelters so they often left the city when in unapproved relationships. To where, Lacy hadn't the slightest clue.
"We have some new faces today. Say hi everyone," the Therapist said as he sat down to begin class.
Samantha came into her office and locked the door. She logged into her computer to pull up the game. Lacy's default picture was red. She wasn't logged on that morning.
She pulled out her cellphone to call Lacy but the phone rung several times until going to the voicemail.
Knock, knock!
Samantha got up and unlocked the door. Her mother came in, closing the door behind her. She looked out the office window at her office.
"How's your Omega?"
"Fuck you, mother."
Theresa slammed her hands on Samantha's desk. "I'm so proud of you. You're becoming an Alpha. I was worried you were becoming a little bitch, allowing your Omega to do this, do that." She placed her hands in her pant pockets and stood by the door, leaning on the wall. "What did you do after she told you?" She waited for her daughter to answer but there was nothing. "You fucked her. You made sure to let me know she was yours. When she came back inside broken and practically in tears, I could smell nothing but you all over her."
Theresa opened the door and looked back at the younger Alpha.
"Tonight's Friday. You coming to the bar with the gang tonight?"
Lacy, Clara, and Tyler sat at a table at a café near the health facility. An Alpha had escorted them to the cafe from the facility which was rather nice of them.
The three Omegas each had a cup in front of them to drink but their attention was fully on the blue small bottle Lacy twisted in her hand.
Although they just met Tyler, the two of them were quick to make friends with him. They also found out quickly he had no support system. He attended the same school as Clara and Lacy but the Alpha he was assigned too had died in a car accident just prior to him being marked, mated, and married. This meant Tyler had no rights when his Alpha died.
"So what does it do?" He asked.
"It masks our scent. It makes us smell like Alphas," Lacy explained.
Tyler laughed. "I'm clearly pregnant. I won't be able to pass."
Lacy took a drink of her vanilla milkshake and leaned into the table. "Tyler, if you don't mind me asking...who is the sire of the baby?"
Tyler bowed his head while Clara slapped Lacy on the arm. Lacy brushed Clara off, thinking nothing wrong with asking the question. He was pretty uncomfortable with the question but he sighed, and felt at ease with his new friends.
"Theresa Theresa."
Lacy's eyes became wide and she exchanged looks with Clara. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" She said putting her hands out. "Of the Theresa pack?" She watched Tyler nod his head in confirmation.
"Holy shit," Clara said.
"A fucking scumbag." Lacy shook her head in disbelief yet not in disbelief.
Lacy came home earlier than the Alphas. Since it was Friday, they probably wouldn't be back until later in the evening.
She opened the oven and got the cutting board down from the shelf. She placed her purse to the side and started to get dinner ready. She chopped the vegetables and took out the curry paste.
Lacy wasn't sure what took place at these bars or night outs but she assumed the worst. Alphas were Alphas after all. She liked to think they were loyal to her like she was to them, but one never knew.
Ring, ring!
Lacy shook off her hands and went to her phone.
"Hello."
"Baby..."
Lacy listened to Samantha's voice, husky and aroused. She could also tell Samantha was under the influence. It was true. Samantha's face was flushed as she sat on the toilet in the bar's restroom. Her legs spread and her pants and boxers were down to her ankles.
She stroked herself, moaning softly in the stall, the pre cum dripping onto the floor.
Lacy listened to her Alpha groan on the other line. She heard the sound of Samantha touching herself, pumping her fat clit.
"I'll see you soon," Samantha said, hanging up the phone knowing Lacy couldn't deny her.
She got up and pulled her pants up. She went out to search for Salmona but couldn't find her sister. She proceeded to walk toward the exit but a few of her co-workers came up to her, and dragged her toward the center of the bar.
"Its too early to leave." They said.
"I gotta get back to my Omega," Theresa said, the alcohol wore off especially as she was being kept from the door, becoming agitated.
She looked through the crowd to try and find her sister and again, couldn't see her. "Where's Salmona, where's my sister?"
Lacy jogged down the steps in a white onesie and opened the door. She didn't understand why the twins were ringing the door bell but maybe they were that drunk.
Not thinking to use the peep hole or look through the Rang video camera, she opened the door.
She immediately stepped back looking at Theresa. The Alpha grinned and slowly stepped into the foyer. She closed the door behind her walking toward Lacy as the Omega stepped back.
"You're looking nice," Theresa said. Lacy looked down at Theresa's groin and saw the bulge.
"I know what you did to Tyler. You're disgusting," Lacy said, still walking away toward the kitchen.
Theresa held her hands up as it she was harmless. "How about a compromise? How about you just suck me off and that's it?"
Lacy shook her head and picked up the butcher knife on the table. She pointed it at Theresa, shaking.
"You did nothing for Tyler after getting him pregnant. You raped him!"
Theresa glared at the Omega, circling her like a shark around a bloody corpse. She didn't like having this bold Omega speak openly of the skeletons that lingered in Theresa's closet.
Lacy could see the Alpha was getting pissed, Lacy's whole body starting to shake. She just had to hang on a few more minutes before her Alphas got home but it might be too late then.
"ALEXIS! CALL 8-1-1!"
"Calling 8-1-1!"