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FemAlpha!Y/n Pov
The text came in late at night. I hadn't spoken to this particular omega in years. Last I heard from Hikari, it was in my best interest to steer clear of (Ω)y/n given she had been assigned Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto as bodyguards. I'm strong, but I'm not deluded nor crazy enough to think to dance with Satoru Gojo. It seemed insane to me that she would call in alphas as powerful as those two given the double life she was living. There's just no way they wouldn't find out given time.
( About that favor... )
In a matter of minutes I was up to speed on what kind of favor she was asking of me. Seems as if the little omega was getting possessive of her bodyguards. She was lucky I was already dying for the chance to undo that little Zenin bitch. Y/n was a tenacious little omega, more bite than bark to be entirely honest. Her request of me was more than telling of that much. A relatively minor slight upon her and she was asking me to be the knife that slit the fraudulent threads of Naoya Zenin's life.
In my opinion she needed to have her own taste of humbling. While I respected her intelligence and grit, it would be for her own good to have a good a proper settling. She was getting more feral by the day, I didn't understand how her body guards were showing so much restraint.
Not my circus, not my monkeys.
But Naoya Zenin? Now that was my monkey. We had gone to the same academy. He was a grade A asshole, pompous, arrogant and wildly misogynistic. I didn't know a single soul who wasn't at the very least annoyed by him. But I knew his dirty little secret. I found his blockers and pheromone patches when I went to his dorm to retrieve him for a professor. He didn't catch me in the act, but he knew I was in there when I exited the room to find him in the hall.
It was delightful, seeing the fear in his eyes as he wracked his mind to understand if I had seen them or not. From then on, through careful observation I put together the rest. While I've never spoken it out loud, I did love to watch him squirm under my gaze. Subtly teasing and mad dogging him whenever I could. Just enough to unsettle him but never fully admitting that I knew the truth. But he knew there was no fooling me.
Naoya Zenin was no alpha.
I know it chaffed him to no end that I, a woman, was more dominant than him. An alpha female was his worst fucking nightmare.
My educated assumption is that he is a beta seeking out a true omega so he could still hold dominance. But the thing about betas is given the right push...it was rather easy to make them an omega.
I myself was born into a relatively prestigious clan, not the royalty like the Zenin's, Gojo's or Ωy/n's but enough to pull weight. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to do more than take y/n up on her request to humble him intimately. In fact, it felt like a direct challenge on Naoya's part. I think deep down, he wanted this. He wants me to come for him. Lashing out at Ωy/n was just a cry for help. He needed me to come show him who he really was. Who am I to deny him?
Within a matter of days the formal request was sent in and accepted. I was to go to the Zenin household for an official meeting with marriage and mating in mind. They were all too eager to accept. After all, his temper has scared off nearly every other prospective bride. But an alpha female, while taboo to the traditionalist clan, was an opportunity they couldn't pass up. Children between us were almost guaranteed to be strong. I am not sure if the Zenin leaders knew of Naoya's exact condition. But either way, it made him easy for exploitation. If they knew, then they would be eager to bolster their genetics to cover up his failure. If they didn't know...well Naoya would do just anything to keep a secret like that.
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I drive myself to the Zenin household. No entourage needed. I am all but brimming in confidence. It felt like a stroke of destiny that Y/n's name appeared on my phone that night. I have always known what I wanted, from the moment I saw that shimmer of intimidation in that brat's eyes standing outside his own dorm room like a spotted hare in the brush. I want to bend the little shit over and make him mine.
Even as he enters the room with that insufferable false confidence I don't bat an eye. I stand with comfortable assurance, dressed in a deep red blouse that showed enough cleavage to make it entirely clear that I am a woman. I waltz through small talk with his parents with ease, charming my way right into their hearts.
Naoya has not said much, regarding me with a forced aloofness. I stare at him intently while his mother prattles on about family honor or some horseshit. He hasn't changed much since our school days save his hair being a bit longer. Just as irritatingly pretty as the day I met him. That hair is grown out just enough to cover the nape of his neck that I know turns a delightful shade of red when he's nervous or flushed.
His eyes meet mine, locking in like a closed electric circuit as invisible energy courses between us. He could never meet my gaze long, let's see if anything has changed?
His narrow brows pull in, fingers tightening on the chair. I can see the delicate feathering of muscle in his jaw as he glares at me with all the force of will he has. He does well to hold my gaze for twenty seconds.
Barked words spew from his mouth as his composure fractures. "What are you staring at?"
The Bitch, remains unspoken.
I smile broadly, showing every one of my teeth. His flinch is masked as an irritated blink.
"I apologize, I meant no harm by it. You're just handsome is all, couldn't help myself." I speak to him like one would try to calm a fractious omega.
In my eyes however is the challenge burning bright and insistent like the sun on an overcast day. His upper lip trembles as he barely conceals a snarl. One of his parents begins to chastise him but I raise a palm, requesting silence.
"Leave us."
Despite the command I am slightly surprised that they do as I say and with quickness. Though I make no mention of it as the quiet shuffling disappears from the room. I've heard of the utter infection of misogyny in this clan, but at the end of the day, it was power they valued above all else. The alpha was superior in all things.
I watch him carefully as he sees how quickly his family abandons him and recedes to my command. Snip. The threads of his control over his own clan severed. Now it was time to unravel him, slowly and throughly. Until all that was left was the whiny, desperate little pretty boy I knew he could be for me. Breaking him was going to be so absolutely beautiful to watch.
Because to me, brat breaking is an art and Naoya Zenin was my goddamn Mona Lisa. My Magnum Opus.
Seeing his eyes widen just fractionally makes a flicker of heat swell in my gut in excitement and desire. But I had to be patient, he wasn't going to break easily, nor did I want him to. His descent will be slow, measured and oh so delicious to exact upon him.
"Come here." I bid him, knowing he will refuse me.
Naoya laughs in my face. "Eat shit, bitch. I'm no pup who comes when called."
I smile softly, unruffled.
Not yet.
I take a small and final sip of my drink before I set it down. Not a trace of anger or even annoyance touching my body language or scent. No all of that will come later, I'll tally up each trashy comment and slip of attitude and use it to measure his punishment when I get him on his knees for me.
"Alright." I say quietly, but not softly. "I'll come to you."
He eyes me warily like a cornered animal as I approach in delicate steps, the click of my heels crisp in the now empty room. I intentionally release just a hint more of my pheromones than what occurs naturally at baseline. Not enough to be obvious I am wielding it but enough to make him sweat.
Keeping a few small feet between us I tower over him from where he remains seated. It was precious, seeing how much effort he was putting into his posture, forcing himself to look so tough.
"Why the sour face?"
"I'm not interested in you, y/n." His lip curls.
"I never said you had to be?" I raise a brow, crossing my arms.
"Then why are you here?" Such sharp words, his yellow eyes brimming with aggression.
"You know why I'm here, Naoya." My voice lowers on his name, caressing the two syllables.
He swallows, his first involuntary crack in the facade.
"I have no interest in women." He corrects himself, his voice quieter like it was some sort of secret.
I rake my eyes over him, like I could see right through his many layers of formal clothing. "You like power, Naoya. You like having it, holding it. It makes you hard, doesn't it?"
Oh and there it is. An exquisite rise of color in his fine cheeks, the softest dusting of a rose. Just to see that rose bloom further I settle my eyes between his legs, as if I could see such a reaction even now.
"You're disgusting." He spits.
"What's disgusting, is the fact you think you can keep that sweet little secret of your's. Just how exactly do you plan to keep up this facade? Does it not tire you pretending to be something you're not?"
In a blink Naoya explodes from his chair, his hand braces around my throat for the briefest moment. But I use his speed and momentum against him. In a swift motion I have him on the floor under me, my own hand around his throat. The air forced out from his lungs on a sharp pant that borders on a yelp.
"You don't know shit!" He snarls, fingers clawing at my wrist and eyes wild.
With an impassive gaze I pull the neckline of his yukata down, exposing the pheromone patch on the side of his neck. I nearly grin as my suspicions are confirmed, that I read my prey accurately. He snarls in protest, but when it came down to strength, I was stronger than him, especially now that I had him on his back below me. My eyes catch on the smooth skin over the curve of his neck to his collar bone, I have to bite my tongue to resist the urge to lick him there.
"Anyways, little liar." I croon, tucking his tousled hair back in a few places. "Are you going to hear me out or not?"
"What," he seethes. "Do you want?"
"Now you're on the right track." I hum my approval, my knee inching just a bit closer between his legs.
I feel his body jump and spasm under me, flinching as his mind and body battle. I can see the panic on his face, caught somewhere between anger and fear. The planes of his pretty face tremble, now that he's on his back, he is feeling a bit more honest with himself.
"What's your plan Naoya? Hm? Pair up with some pliant omega and play pretend with your breeding bitch? What happens when all of your offspring are just as weak as you? You'd be the shame of all Zenin history."
It's a partial truth. While there is a genetic element to secondary gender yes, it often was luck of the draw. Sometimes there was no rhyme or reason to how one will manifest. However, among the power ravenous Zenin clan, it was easy to convince them that the strong and the strong breeding would bring about a superior bloodline.
"So what? You want to get hitched? Have babies? I never knew you to be so domestic." He sneers. "What's in it for you?"
It rhymes with hitched…
I smile down at him, stroking his jugular vein with my thumb. "You see Naoya, you and I are alike." I lean down, forcing him to turn his head in submission, though I don't think he realizes the movement for what it is.
"We both like power."