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Bill's eyes wandered over the groups of people sitting at white clothed tables as he gave his speech to his new workers and their families. He had recently been hired as the new CEO of the Gravity Falls Physics consultant company and was currently assuring the employees that, not only were their jobs secure, but under his ownership the company would only grow and prosper. He admitted that he may only be 25 and fresh out of college but he promised that he was a proper candidate for the job having attending an ivy league university with a major in physics and a minor in business. It also didn’t hurt that he was from the Cipher family; old blood that produced only the most dominant of alphas. That, however remained unsaid, as their power was widely known it would be gasconade to say such aloud. The Cipher’s prowess radiated from their presence, attitude and actions. There was no need to talk themselves up when their reputation preceded them. The alpha's speech only gave pause when the most delectable scent infiltrated his olfactory senses. It smelled of fresh pines, paper and ink, vanilla, and caramelized sugar. The combination made his mouth water. The powerful blond quickly pushed it away and continued his address to it’s closure, after which he invited everyone to partake in a meal of ostentatious grandeur.
After the seven course dinner the blond alpha made his rounds and mingled with his newly acquired employees, or subjects, as he preferred to think of them. This company was to be his empire after all. The entire time he slowly followed the tantalizing perfume that beckoned to him like the song of a siren. The path took him to a table in the back of the ballroom of the expensive hotel. At the setting sat three of his employees, all family. He instantly recognized Stanley and Stanford Pines as they were major players in the company. They were twins, one a marketing manager and the other a primary physicist. The remaining Pines, Arthur, was a nephew of the ageing twins, an accountant for the corporation, of little interest to Cipher except for the fact that he was the father of sweet little brunette that emitted those delicious smells.
The boy looked as exquisite as he smelled. An adorable brunette, he was slender and petite, and while young, Bill doubted that age would further fill him out. He wore a sleeveless navy 1950’s day dress that was accented with small white pinetree shapes. Bill appreciated how the dark color contrasted with his milky white skin. He wore an equally white headband, adorned with an oversize organza flower, whose immense size was still almost lost in the mess of dark, wild, curls. As introductions were made Bill’s eyes kept flitting back to boy who could care less as he played a DS game; ear buds blocking out the world around him. It was so cute the way he flipped between biting his lower lip and sticking out the tip of his tongue as he concentrated; letting out curses in barely more than a breathless whisper.
“And this is Mason. He is the younger of the two." said Arthur, saving his omega child for last. He frowned when Dipper remained oblivious.
“Dipper!” Helen pinched her son’s thigh as discreetly as she could, trying to get his attention.
“What was that for?” Dipper hissed, removing his ear buds, to look at his mother. His eyes followed his mother’s outstretched hand as she directed his attention to a tall dark man hovering at their table.
“This is mister Cipher, he is the new CEO of your father’s company and his new boss. He was gracious enough to introduce himself to every family. Not every company head would be humble enough to do so. Please show some respect.” Helen said with a smile, though their was an edge to her voice.
Dipper’s beta parents weren’t the type to be overly submissive nor expected Dipper to be such just because he was an omega. They hated that society expected their child to be subservient and supported modern ideals that championed for equality for all. However the man in front of them commanded admiration and obedience, and compliance was given automatically by others without realization of even haven done so.
Dipper was no different. When his big brown eyes met the heterochromatic gaze of the other he felt a shiver of fear run through him. This man was dangerous. “I’m sorry.” Dipper found himself apologizing and looking away from the intense stare. “I was so absorbed in my game I hadn’t realized anyone had come up to our table.” He held out his hand, palm down, as school instruction had taught him- an omega, to do when greeted by an alpha. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The small brunette flinched when a warm, and much larger, hand encompassed his own. He looked up shyly when the intimidating alpha leaned down and pressed his soft lips against the back of his hand. “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine.” Bill smirked as the already present blush spread further across the boy’s pale face.
As soon as his hand was relinquished he stood with such haste that his chair toppled over. “Sorry, sorry.” Dipper mumbled as he righted the chair. “I just...Is it hot in here?” Dipper fanned himself with his hand and laughed nervously. “Whew! I think I need some air.” He tried to look anywhere but at the domineering dark golden man.
Dipper heard his twin sister laugh at him as he fled from the ballroom. Bill watched the boy, his skirt, full with petticoats, swinging from side to side as he moved his hips to escape onto the balcony.
“Guess I frightened the poor thing.” Bill said, rather proud of himself.
“Are you surprised?” Stan said, taking a sip out of his craft beer. “Cipher, you could scare the teeth right out of multiheaded bear.”
Bill laughed. He liked Stan already. Not many people were brave enough to talk to him so freely.
“Don’t mind Mason, A.K.A. Dipper, He is so awkward it’s painful.” Said Mabel.
“I don’t mind it at all.” Retorted Bill, smiling wolfishly at the young female alpha. “I find his bashfulness quite adorable. Tell me, how old are you and your twin?”
“Twelve, but we’ll be 13 in just two weeks.” Mabel said boastfully.
“Happy birthday then. 13! You must be excited, you will officially be old enough to start courting. Anyone you have your eye on?”
“OHMYGOD, do I. There are, like, a dozen or so people I’m interested in.” The brunette girl lit up with excitement, making her family roll their eyes at her hyper attitude.
Bill found himself laughing again, this family was crazy. He loved it. “Typical alpha. Well enjoy it while you're young. Eventually your admirers will demand you choose one of them.”
“Well,” The girl continued. “There is this girl, Pacifica, I would claim her in a heartbeat, but she is kinda outta my league, and I think she might might hate me. That doesn’t mean I won’t try though. I am determined to win her heart.”
“The northwest heiress? You’re right kid, she might be kind of hard to obtain. You’ve got spunk though and dedication, two things omega’s can’t resist. Refuse to take no for an answer and I’m sure you’ll get what you want.”
Ford frowned. Mabel couldn’t help that she was an alpha, but she was a good kid and she didn’t need a pompous wolf like Cipher filling her head with an alpha superiority complex. He wanted to tell the man to leave but he couldn’t outright say it without appearing disrespectful. “Mabel, hun, I believe you have taken up enough of Cipher’s time. While it is generous of him to give you so much of his time I am sure he has more important people to speak to and more pressing matters to attend to.”
“Nonsense.” Bill said, paying the older omega little mind. “I always have time for such a bright little shooting star of an alpha. This girl is going to do big things one day, I can tell.” Mabel beamed at his words.
“So how about your twin, do you think the potential suitors will be busting down your door, on his birthday, for dates?” Bill asked, taking Dipper’s vacant seat, inhaling deeply, and reveling in the boy’s residual scent.
“Dipper?!” Mabel said incredulously. “No, Dipper is so awkward.”
“Hmm, but alphas and betas often find that attractive in a potential mate, and he does have features that look like they will blossom into a soft and well rounded beauty.” Bill continued, surprised.
“You don’t know Dipper. Sure he’s cute. But his awkwardness goes beyond shyness. Besides, he is really smart, but not very attentive; more likely to get lost in a book than a lover’s eyes. He just wouldn’t make a good mate.” Her eyes subconsciously went to her gruncle Ford.
“He doesn’t need to make a good mate. Dipper wants to go to college and get his doctorates in physics. Just because he is an omega doesn’t mean he has to get married and push out pups. An omega’s worth is not determined by his or her ability to be attractive and submissive.” Ford spit out, looking at his wine glass, filled with water, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“Gruncle Ford, I didn’t mean it like that.” Mabel whined. She hadn’t meant to make her great uncle upset.
Bill looked over at the accountant and his wife. “That still doesn’t mean someone might not take an interest one day. Just because your son Mason isn’t what most alphas or betas look for doesn’t mean all hope is lost in promising him off.”
Arthur shifted nervously in his seat. His daughter may be comfortable making casual conversation with the imposing man, but that didn’t mean he was. “Even though Mason is an Omega, Helen and I, believe he should be able to make his own choices. If there is one day a bid for his hand, it will be of his own decision.”
“Mmmm” Bill hummed. “Modern idealists. How very forward thinking of you.” He stood up and brushed imaginary lint from his black tux jacket. “It’s been a pleasure, but I still have pleasantries to make with the rest of the guests. The night is still young, please enjoy the festivities. We have lively music, good spirits, and desserts will be out soon.”
***
It was surprisingly chilly for an August night and Dipper supposed that is why the large balcony was vacant of other guests. He didn’t mind being alone though. He could hear the orchestra playing from inside and he hummed along to the classical music as he stared up at clear sky. Sitting on a stone bench, his body was twisted so that he could prop his arms on the railing as he found familiar constellations.
“Beautiful.”
Dipper spun around at the sound of the gravelly, slightly high pitched voice. It was the tall blond alpha from earlier. He wanted to run from the room but instead he stared at the man like a deer caught in headlights. “Y-yeah” he finally found his voice. He pushed his back into the railing as the predator came closer. “Did you come to look at the stars too?”
“The stars?” Bill reached out and touched the soft curls, before pushing a strand behind Dipper’s ear to see his face better. “No. While they are beautiful, they are not what I was referring to.”
“Oh.” Was all Dipper could think of to say. His heart was beating wildly in fear, making his scent roll off of him in waves. “I...I should go back inside. My family is probably wondering where I am.” He went to leave, and just when he had passed Bill and thought he was safe the man pulled the younger boy to him.
“They know where you are.” Bill smirked as he spun Dipper around and pulled the trembling child into his arms. “But you are free to return to them, after you grace me with a dance.”
“Ok.” Dipper whispered out. It wouldn’t be smart to deny such a powerful alpha what he wanted.
Bill adjusted himself and Dipper so that they were in a proper position to slow dance. He placed one of the boy’s hands on his breast while Bill placed his own on the omega’s tiny waist. Their other hands laced together when they began to sway.
Dipper was shaking right down to his white kitten heels. It didn’t help that the alpha's smell was all consuming and dangerous. The man smelled of gunsmoke, sandalwood, and something acridly sweet that Dipper couldn’t put his finger on (he would later find out it was gin).
“You’re frightened.” It wasn’t a question.
“You scare me.” Dipper said honestly.
“It’s not unusual for an omega to be frightened of their alpha. A little fear is healthy in a relationship. It reminds the omega of their place.”
Dipper tried to pull away, but the taller man held on tightly. “I-I’m not your omega.” He felt his eyes burn with the threat of oncoming tears.
Bill buried his nose into the boy’s hair and inhaled his scent. “Not yet, but you will be.” He said into the curls. His words were muffled, but Dipper heard it loud and clear. “When you come of age.”
The small brunette continued his futile struggling. “This isn’t the stone ages, my parents won’t force me into a pairing that I don’t want to be a part of, you butt.”
Bill scoffed at the childish insult.“You would be surprised. Everybody has a price.”
“Not my family. They can’t be bought, and neither can I.” He started crying, hating himself for showing his fear. “Why would you even want to claim me already?” He shivered when the man leaned down and nosed his neck, pausing over the erratic pulse. “You just met me. How do you know you’ll come to love me?”
“Who said anything about love. I don’t need love in a marriage. What I want is a beautiful omega spouse, who is obedient and satisfies my every desire. What I want is you.” He nipped at the boy’s neck. A promise of what was to come.
Dipper held his breath as the sharp teeth grazed his fragile skin, without breaking it, and was surprised when the alpha let him go.
“Go,” Bill told him. “Enjoy your time with your family, because it’s coming to an end.”
Holding his hand over the wet nipped skin, the brunette didn’t waste any time in running away from the dark man. He could only hope that sometime in the next three years, until Dipper came of age, that the man would lose interest in him.