Elias slipped out of the Drago estate, his jacket pulled tight against the evening breeze. His heart and mind were still racing from his tense meeting with Viktor, and his cedar scent that lingered in his mind. He knew that if he had stayed there longer than necessary, he would have been affected by the scent. They were too strong and... addictive.
He shook his head to stop thinking about the Mafia and his scent. He needed those pills... his last dose was gone, and his heat could hit any day now. He had to stay hidden, especially from Viktor. He was thinking of an excuse he would make once it's time.
Gerald met him at the gate, his face creased with concern. "If you're leaving, take the car, Elias. Marco's always ready."
"No, thanks," Elias said, his voice was quiet but firm. "It's just a quick trip. I'll be back soon. Don't want to bother the driver for something small."
Gerald sighed, shaking his head. "Be careful, kid. It gets dangerous at night."
Elias nodded, slipping through the gate. The streets were quiet, the pharmacy farther than he'd hoped. He walked for twenty minutes, his legs already shaky due to the distance he had covered.
As he walked, he kept looking over his shoulder. No luck... none of the nearby stores had what he needed. Finally, he spotted a small pharmacy, its neon sign flickering. He hurried inside, the bell jingling.
The pharmacist, a wiry man with a sharp smile, looked him up and down. "Hello! Do you need something specific?" he asked, his tone sounded too curious.
Elias's stomach twisted as he avoided his gaze.
"Just...Suppressants," he said, keeping his voice low. "For omegas."
"Oho!" The man's eyes glinted. "Are you in heat already? Or just being careful? Are you really an omega, or are you buying for someone?"
Elias frowned, his cheeks hot. "Do I need to answer those unnecessary questions? If I weren't an omega, I wouldn't be here, asking for suppressants,"
The pharmacist's smile widened, almost creepy. "Fair enough. I'm sorry. I just wanted to know since it's my job." He handed over an orange bottle, and Elias paid quickly, eager to leave.
"Goodbye! I hope to meet you again,"
The man's tone made his skin crawl. He slipped the bottle into his back pocket and hurried out, the cool air hitting his face.
The walk back to the estate felt endless. His heat was coming soon... maybe this week... and he couldn't let Viktor or anyone in the estate catch a hint of his omega scent. He had to avoid the estate as much as possible.
The farther he walked, the more he felt eyes on him. Footsteps echoed behind, faint but steady. He glanced back, seeing shadows move in the dim streetlights. His pulse raced, and he walked faster, his legs.
The street was empty and when he tried to flag the cabs driving back, they were all full to stop. He looked back again, and his heart sank... three men, then four, then five, their faces hidden in hoods. They were following him. Elias's breath hitched, his hands trembling in front of him.
He couldn't run, not for long, not with his weak ass body. He took a sharp turn into the next street, hoping to lose them, but a rough hand grabbed his arm, yanking him into an alley.
Elias hit the ground hard, a loud crack echoing as the pill bottle in his pocket shattered. He gasped, his hands scrambling to the broken plastic, but the men loomed over him, their voices low and eager.
"Is that him?"
"Of course! Take a look at him," one said, smirking. "He's definitely the one we saw him at the pharmacy, buying omega pills."
"That means he's definitely an omega," another said, stepping closer.
"We're so lucky!"
"I know, right?"
They started laughing and fist-bumping each other.
"So... who goes first?"
Elias's heart pounded, his hands shaking as he tried to crawl away.
"There's no fucking way I'll let you bastards lay your filthy hands on me," he said, his voice breaking.
He stood up, trying to run to the other side of the alley, but they were too strong, too many of them. One grabbed his arms, pinning him down.
"Should I just fuck him now?"
"Don't! We have to wait for the boss," he said. "His shift's almost done."
"Boss?" Elias mumbled, struggling harder. That means, there were six of them.
'I'd better get away from here!' he thought to himself, but it was difficult to.
They wanted to tie him up, their hands rough as they grabbed at his wrists. He bit one, hard, and the man cursed, backhanding him across the face. Elias's head spun, his cheek stinging as he fell back.
"Don't hit the goods!"
"He fucking bit me!"
"Calm down! Fuck!"
"No! I'm going to fuck his hole!"
The man ripped his sweater, the fabric tearing to shreds. The others just didn't want to watch. They joined in, seeing how attractive and pale Elias's skin was. Their hands groped his chest, his collarbone, his neck, their alpha pheromones flooding the air... harsh, like burnt rubber.
Elias gagged, trying to hold back his own scent, but the stress made it slip, a sweet vanilla flare that hit the men like a drug. They froze, eyes wide, their breathing heavy.
"What the hell is that?" one gasped. "That scent... It's so fucking unreal."
"Dominant omega," another muttered, his voice thick. "No way. We caught a big fish!"
Elias's stomach dropped. His scent was out, drawing them in. They pressed closer, hands everywhere, and Elias fought, his arms tied, his body aching. Then the "boss" arrived.
*Who asked you bastards to start without me?"
Elias managed to look and saw it was the pharmacist from earlier, his sharp smile now a leer. He locked eyes with Elias and licked his lips hungrily.
"I knew it. He's a rare type," he said, already aroused. "That scent led me right here. Let's hurry, before others catch it."
Elias struggled, his vision blurring, their pheromones overwhelming but not enough to trigger his heat. His body wouldn't react to these creeps... only to someone like...
He shook his head, refusing to think of Viktor. He struggled even more, but they hit him again, his head lolling, consciousness fading.
'These creeps aren't trying to kill me, are they?'
Their fingers buried into the ground, and he felt hopeless, trapped. Just when he was about to close his eyes, his hands fumbled with his belt...
Gunshots rang out, sharp and loud. Elias's eyes fluttered, his body limp. The men shouted, scrambling, and more shots echoed.
A strong arm scooped him off the ground, lifting him like he weighed nothing. Elias forced his eyes open, seeing dark hair, grey eyes, and a familiar jaw. "Viktor...?" he mumbled, his voice faint.
The man chuckled, his voice deep but different.
"Viktor? Huh? Seems this kid knows my brother. Who the hell are you?"