➿    Four years ago    ➿
  
  
  
  Daniel
  
  
  
  
  Today is the big day. Oliver's 18th birthday. I've been waiting two years for this day and I'm almost 90% sure I know the outcome.
  
  I have two packs of ice cold beers and three large pizzas in my truck as a gift for my best friend and soon to be brother-in-law who finally gets to have fun with me as an adult. 
  
  I arrive at the house and get in without knocking because I don't have to. I’m practically family at this point and they’re also waiting for me. I struggle with everything I'm carrying but go downstairs to the basement, where the sounds of a party are coming from. 
  
  “Hey!" I shout over the music as I arrive, drawing everyone's attention. Oliver's four sisters and his three closest friends are here, “Where's the birthday boy?”
  
  I drop the stuff on the table and look around, but I don't see Oliver.
  
  “He went to his room to pick something up," little Rosie informs me, not paying much attention to me.
  
  “I'd better go up there then. I want the memory of his first beer to be just the two of us," I say and grab two bottles up to his room. I haven't been able to see him all day because of my work, so I want to get to him as soon as possible and find out once and for all if we were right or if he’s a beta. I open the door to his room without knocking, again, “Hey, Oli!”
  
  He's here, but he doesn't look very happy. He's looking at himself in the mirror. 
  
  I close the door with my foot and raise the bottles towards him to cheer him up, but to no avail. And when I finally take a breath, I realize why he's not as happy as he should be. 
  
  For as long as I've known him, Oli and I have been 100% sure he’s an alpha. We planned our entire future with the idea that he was an alpha. 
  
  We planned everything, how we would work together in security and how we would both travel together visiting other clans and meeting other wolves, free and unafraid. 
  
  But as I stand mere steps away from him on the most important day for a werewolf, all I can smell is the sweet scent of an omega. 
  
  “I fücked everything up," he grumbles from where he stands, frowning and looking down, annoyed. 
  
  “No, of course you didn't fück anything up... everything will be fine, Oli,” I try to reassure him and move closer to him, leaving the beers on his bed to grab his arms. God, he smells so good, “You're an omega. Fück, man, that's… awesome. Congratulations.”
  
  Oli wants to keep complaining, but I don't give him a chance to because I give him a hug. Just like congratulations on his new important discovery... except this time when I have him in my arms it feels different than the other times I've done it.
  
  His body seems to fit better to mine. He seems to be warmer. 
  
  My wolf wakes up and stirs inside me, taking over, so I can't help myself from moving my hands down his back and lower my face to his neck so I can soak up more of that sweet, crack-like scent. 
  
  I wonder if maybe he smells this nice because his skin became pure candy so I let my tongue taste his neck just a little bit, slowly so he doesn’t realize I’m doing this.
  
  “Ah,” Oli lets out the tiniest, most imperceptible sound from his throat and my eyes roll back with pleasure because his scent becomes heavier, passing like a thick substance inside me. I can't help the desire to collect it all in my lungs as I—, “Daniel?”
  
  “What?” I ask, my voice sounding like a pure growl. I don't know what's going on but when I feel my dïck waking up as I have my best friend in my arms and my face buried on his neck, I know I'm in trouble.
  
  “What are you doing?” He asks in the middle of a moan, pretending he wants to push me away but not putting any force into his hands. 
  
  “I'm smelling you, Omega," I admit, my face burying itself even deeper into his delicate, warm and delicious skin. Oliver surrenders his body to me, baring his neck even more and letting me practically carry him. I give him a wet kiss on the neck, tasting even more of him now, and for a second, I think I lose my sanity. 
  
  My mind begins spinning and for the first time in my entire life I feel like I am not in complete control of my human body. 
  
  My wolf is taking over. 
  
  My hands navigate all over my omega's body trying to touch as much of his back and his äss as I can, my mouth tracing kisses all over his neck and I start to move him until I can get in between his legs. I let him feel my erection for him. Just for him.
  
  “Daniel, stop," Oliver pleads when I try to get my hands under his pants and even though I'm in the middle of a frenzy, my wolf hears him and stops. He steps back. 
  
  His words bring me back to reality and I realize what I've just done, so I force myself to let him go and take a couple of steps back in shock. 
  
  Oli looks confused while I walk away. Just as confused as I feel, "What the fück was that?"
  
  "I'm sorry," I say, raising a hand to cover my mouth, unable to believe what just happened. Never, not for a single second, had I ever been attracted to Oli, "I'm so sorry, dude..."
  
  "The fact that I'm an omega now doesn’t mean that," he looks everywhere with wild eyes, trying to find the words. The only thing I can think about is that I want to touch him again. I want to fück him. Oh, shït, I want to bury my teeth in his sweet neck while I— “… that I'm an easy thing for you because you're an alpha and that's the way things are supposed to be."
  
  "No. Oli," I blurt out, shaking my head like a madman, "No. I don't think you're an easy thing ... I have omega friends and I've never wanted to... you know."
  
  "Then why did you do that?" he asks, hugging himself with the same confusion in his eyes, but when I look down a little I realize he's hard. Maybe harder than me. It’s very obvious trough his jeans.
  
  He's hard for me. He wants me as much as I want him. That gives me the answer.
  
  “Why are you so hard, Oliver?” I ask and I can't help the way my voice sounds, full of alpha power. My friend gasps and stands in shock for a second as if he can't believe I said that, but what’s most important is the way he reacts to my alpha voice. The way his body language screams submission, “Look at me, Omega. Tell me why you're hard.”
  
  “I don't know!” he answers, sounding annoyed, but I can smell that he's getting more and more aroused by the second, “Daniel... I don't know. Stop it.”
  
  I don't want to. 
  
  "Okay," I agree, gritting my teeth and turning away so I don't have to look at him anymore, "I just wanted you to realize what's going on. You don't react to all alphas this way, do you? Just like I don't react to all omegas like this."
  
  "Daniel, I've only been an omega for a couple of hours," he complains, "I'm clueless."
  
  Well I know a little. But even with the little information I have about it, I know that it will absolutely ruin all of our plans. Massively. 
  
  "This is not the time to discuss it," I mutter, trying not to sound too harsh. I raise a hand to carve my face, "I'm going downstairs. Stay here until you stop smelling so horny and then come down too." 
  
  "Stop telling me what to do," he spits, frowning, "I hate this. You've never treated me like this before."
  
  "Like I said, we’ll discuss this later. I need to get out of here before I do something I regret," I admit even though it pains me to accept defeat in front of him and I walk towards the door, "When the party's over... I'll explain to you what this that just happened means."
  
  I don't know how Oli reacts because I leave the room without turning back to him and once I'm far enough away to no longer smell him, all clarity returns to me.
  
  I lean back against the wall to give myself a moment to collect my thoughts. 
  
  This is the worst thing that could happen and I never considered it for a moment. Not once. Male omegas are so fücking rare and so delicate looking. I never imagined Oliver to be one. 
  
  He's tall and strong like an alpha... a little young still, but I had his body type at that age, too. 
  
  I'm unbelievably fücked.
  
  I return to the basement a few minutes later and have to fake a smile, especially when Clara sees me and greets me excitedly. 
  
  God, what the fück am I going to do? She’s an omega too, why don’t I feel anything? 
  
  I walk up to her and greet her with a hug but quickly pull away to go put myself in a corner as my head returns to normal. 
  
  Two of our football friends arrive at that moment and my body tenses up. These fückers are my age, unlike Oliver's friends. And they're both alphas. We've never had any kind of problem with them, but this time I want them to get the hell out of here and never come back. 
  
  People wave and talk around me but I can't even pretend. Lucinda is the only one who notices my condition, but she stays with her sisters while they talk to the alphas. 
  
  After what seems like hours and hours, the basement door opens again and there he is. Oliver. 
  
  He lacks his usual energetic sparkle, but he still looks good and tries to smile towards his guests. Tall and strong shouldered, Oliver is the biggest omega I've ever seen and it doesn't make sense in my head. 
  
  He shouldn't be sëxually attractive to me, but goddamn, he is.
  
  “Shiiit, you're an omega?” Harry asks, dropping his mouth open. Oliver tries to smile but it looks like a grimace.
  
  “Fück," Mason whispers and when I turn to look at him, I can see him breathing heavily and his eyes widen with shock. Mason has always been the jokester of the group and the fact that he's not teasing Oliver right now and is just breathing like he's running out of air makes me think that this really is worse than I thought. 
  
  Oliver forces himself down the stairs until he reaches us and I have to stay right where I am, trying to breathe through my mouth. Harry and Mason are acting different and I can sense that Oliver hates this but I can't help him because I can't breathe. I can't be near him right now. 
  
  “Hey, do you want to go talk upstairs?”someone asks, appearing next to me out of nowhere and I gasp a little, looking down. It's Clara, “Let Oliver have his omega superstar moment with those guys.”
  
  She says it like Oliver is loving the attention from his two friends who as soon as they smelled him stopped acting like the guys he knows. Oli isn't enjoying this at all and I don't want to leave him here with Mason. 
  
  “Uh...”
  
  “Come on, I want to be alone with you for a moment," she asks with a flirty tone, blinking a lot. I should take advantage of this moment without even thinking about it, but I really don't want to leave this basement... until I see that Lucinda gets fed up with Harry and Mason's behavior and butts in their conversation, saving Oli.
  
  “Okay, let's go,” I say to Clara forcing myself to smile at her and follow her upstairs, turning one last time to Oli, who is staring at me like I'm betraying him, “We'll be back in a moment!”