The Legend of the Alpha-Omega

Surprise Attraction

The man blinks a few times letting what she snarled sink in, it seemed. His brow furrows but somehow, unlike her very usual crowd looking to take what does not belong to them, does not look angry. 

He surprises her further when he ignores her threat altogether with his questions.

“I’m just looking for the owner. Is he here?” 

That irked her but she stayed quiet as the man continued, his dark hair still blocking his eyes as it hung carelessly over his brow. 

“I was in an accident and need a tow, probably repairs too,” he sighed as if it was hard enough telling a woman that he might not know everything other Alphas did about cars or how to get himself out of a jam without mangling his vehicle.  

It bothered her the way that his eyes kept darting around the room as he spoke, then back up and down her form, presumably trying to get an idea of what she looked like outside of her uniform. Momentarily, she wondered if he was trying to figure out if she was the Omega she brought up and watched him try to shake his interest, that is… until he couldn’t. Kayla turned her head, her nose tapping her shoulder, the lowest point she could get to her gland to even try to pick up what he might. She smelled her honey and lemon scented shampoo Roxi found at the dollar store, hints of chlorine still soaked into her skin under her coveralls, and the most potent of all were those dirty things. Oil and engine grease could not possibly allure the man before her, she thought, then casually looked back at him to wait for him to even out. 

It is entertaining in a way but the more she watches him, the more she notices about him. Her potential customer is tall and broad. His form is just as imposing as it seems to be awkward. Kayla lets herself take in his features comfortably letting him struggle through their silence. He’s pale like Roxi, with dark, thick eyebrows that she fixates on, telling her that its safe to study him. They settle in a more perplexed sort of way, not angry or amused by this transaction of time, but very clearly unsure of her as she is of him. And so, she proceeds. His eyes are dark, too, and she has to wonder just what color they really are, but doesnt dare move to open her cage. Instead her eyes travel down his long, angular nose, to full looking, nearly pouting lips that he nibbles at. Kayla wonders if it’s a tick or if she bothered him with the way she had lashed out at him. 

Maybe she shouldn't have done that. 

Where did that thought come from?

She wasn’t entirely sure, but then again he wasn’t showing signs of the Alpha assholery that she’d been so prone to for so long. 

The night was still young, she told herself. 

He still had time to show his true colors and so she braced herself as her eyes continued to travel down his casually dressed body. Kayla could tell he was in good shape, not even a little flab pressed against his jeans, or so it seemed. The man hadn’t looked like he was working on much considering his shoes. Most came in with work boots on like hers. Anything rattier or steel-toed meant they were on the job, but this one came in looking as though he had old man shoes on, slip ons to be exact. Her gaze lingered there while she grimaced and couldn't really be sure what to make of him.  

Again her eyes moved back up him, slowly, as if she was trying to find the one thing that put this man together as an Alpha. His hands clenched and released beside him, which had her wondering just what they could do. Her gaze trailed up the muscular form of his arms before settling on his shoulders. Had she looked for a ring? No. It didn't come to mind. 

Her mind stutters before finding his eyes again. 

He moves slightly, which makes her internally jump. Her fingers tighten a little more around the metal link she’d currently been clawing as she tries to quiet the urge to move. It’s important she doesn’t regardless of how her Omega screams at her to be accepting, or at the very least makes her feel human in front of him. 

 Kayla steels herself that much more, uninterested in appeasing her. Not tonight. Not when she doesn’t know the man. And she wouldn’t if…

He slowly picks up his hand from where it hung at his hip to card his fingers through his jet black hair. How didn’t she realize it before. It’s inky and lovely and...long, she notices as she follows his hand through it. She cant help but notice the way her mouth has popped open, slightly, but obvious enough. Kayla drags the tip of her tongue to the left, slowly over each tooth, before cracking her gum excruciatingly loudly which made the space between them sizzle with energy, or so it seemed. 

Was she the only one that felt it?

She couldn't have been. He’d been doing the same to her as she had to him. The moment their eyes meet, Kayla follows the sound of the broken silence. 

“I’m Kayla,” she answers finally. “This is my shop. My guys are outside,” she begins and watches how he changes from stalk still to defensive just from her bringing up the idea of other men being around. “I’ll get Pedro to go with you and bring your car back here.” 

Kayla waited for him to nod then pointed at the lobby, telling him to stay in there until she came back. 

She then turned to face the side door that led to her pool while cracking her gum as she went. 

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Ben

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Alpha life was always something, Ben thought. No matter if he had just presented or had been for half of his life already, Omegas and Betas alike were always changing the rules as to how an Alpha was supposed to act. It had been a confusing life. So when he had dealt with this life lesson, where he’d absolutely ruined his car and had to walk his sorry ass all the way off the beaten path to “a’s Mechanics” he was certainly hoping that A represented Alphas’ Mechanics, not what he’d come to find. 

Among other things, he cannot believe that some woman just hollered at him about Omegas and getting with one that he had been caught up in a landslide of confusion by the time he spoke, and then more so while she stared at him. It took him all of his nerve not to ask her anything while she did and all the while her scent went from defensive to curious which made him wonder. 

Ben however, was not ready for her to start speaking again and the moment she did, she was quick about it. In an instant he felt the way his Alpha responded to her message, other men were there with her. He fought his reflexes fiercely to keep himself in check. Ben relayed the message over and over again that she was not his, he was not looking…

His Alpha roared at his pitiful display, all the while pinning his gaze to her covered features before she disappeared from sight.

“Pedro!” he heard her yell.

“What!” presumably Pedro calls back to her. His tone angering Ben’s Alpha as the exchange continues. 

“There’s a guy in the front needing a tow. Can you get on that?” Kayla replies.

“Aren’t we closed?” the man questions.

“Nope!” Ben thinks he can hear her groan and aches to hear more. “Summer hours until ten,” Kayla replied. 

Quickly another female voice joined and Ben isn’t sure if he should be pleased or more bothered by the inclusion of her. What was her relation, if any, to Pedro?

His Alpha practically paced under his skin wanting to know what Kayla’s status was in the meantime.

Ben angled his nose trying to take in what he could in the space he was in to find out more about her but her scent hadn’t had time to fill the space, and so he was stuck waiting while they continued with their conversation. 

“Ooo, woah! Don’t look at me like that,” the one girl said. “You’ll thank me in July when all the pissy little teenagers want rims and s**t applied to their cars because a movie said it looked cool.”

His Alpha has had enough. Their conversation continues past the point of his patience and now he’s found the will to push Ben outside. Ben moves gracefully out the door and around the side of the building before getting an earful of their company meeting. He hears water splashing and people arguing about whose decision it shouldn't have been to change the hours all over again. 

“Well, isn’t this professional?” he murmured to himself, then hears Pedro slur something incoherent. 

‘How much have you had to drink?” he hears her say. He finds it oddly entertaining that she has the same attitude as she did with him before. It’s enough to make his Alpha settle slightly. Maybe there wasn’t anything between the two. “You know what? I don’t want to know,” she snaps. “I’ll handle it myself. Don’t drown in my pool.”

Ben feels the sudden need to bolt back into the lobby where she originally said to stay. 

His Alpha grumbles at awaking his anxiety, the very thing that they worked on since his childhood to curb. 

I’m an Alpha… Why am I letting her tell me what to do?

Ben shakes his head and tries to look as if he had been there the whole time. He sits quickly before she passes through the door thankfully and hopes to the Maker himself he isn’t oversharing with his own scent. If he is, she hasn’t exactly noticed, at least, that's what he thinks. 

“Guy!” she calls him, making it back to the chain linked fence to grip one of the padlocks. “What’s your name, man?” Kayla asks him. 

He can only gulp at the way she shoves the key into the padlock, twisting it open and pulling it down as sharply as she can. It makes him tense, his muscles aching as they control his own response. Ben watches the way she quickly slinks between the door, locking it just as swiftly on the other side. 

Ben manages to pop up from his chair, growing again to his large, sort of imposing size. To him, he just figured everyone else was smaller, except for well, the maybe five percent of people that were either his height or larger. Those usually panned out to be athletic figures and special cases, but nothing could prepare him for the way she watched her look up at him, leaving him monumentally speechless all over again.