Bite Back

Author note:
There is no smut in this story. Just...fyi. 🤷🏼‍♀️

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He didn't have shoes.

The pavement was cold, littered with small rocks and broken glass, and he didn't have shoes. But he didn't care. Finn ran as fast as he could down the street, through alleys, climbing fences even as his joints screamed at him to stop. He couldn't stop.

The air was bitterly cold against his exposed skin. He couldn't remember a time when the rut house had allowed him to wear clothes, and he hadn't had time to steal any before making his escape. It was fine. He wasn't embarrassed by it. Except that... he was cold, and he couldn't properly feel his fingers or toes. He was bleeding from somewhere, he could see beads of it dripping down his leg even in the dark alley. It had to be nearly midnight. He pushed his damp black hair back from his face and looked around for some place safe he could hide for a while, preferably somewhere warm.

There were lights up ahead, some sort of outdoor seating area for a bar. He could hear voices, the intoxicated murmurs of patrons who didn't mind the cold as they warmed themselves with alcohol and cigarettes. Finn crept closer to the opening of the alley and watched, trying to keep his panicked breathing quiet. It seemed to be a group of a few alphas and maybe a beta or two. They were laughing and chatting casually, so different from the betas who ran the rut house, and nothing like the alphas who paid for his services. Maybe... maybe they could help...

Finn emerged from the darkness and padded cautiously toward the bar, holding his arms close to his chest but making no effort to cover his nakedness. One of the men glanced up at the movement and then did a double take, nudging the guy beside him.

"What the hell?" One of the alphas said in surprise, setting his beer down on the patio table. The others looked up and their eyes widened in similar shock.

Finn's shoulders hunched in, trying to appear smaller, though he was already considerably smaller than any of them. There was no question that he was an omega, shorter, thinner, softer. Omegas were supposed to be protected by their pack, that's what his mother had always told him, before...

But Finn didn't have a pack. And he was unclaimed. Which made what he was about to do very risky.

"C-c-can you h-help?" Finn stuttered quietly as he reached the group of men, staring hard at the ground, avoiding eye contact.

"You guys are seeing this, right?" The alpha asked incrediously. "I'm not that drunk, right??"

"The butt naked omega standing right in front of us? Yeah, heh, I see it." The slightly shorter beta slurred.

"He looks freezing, Bill, give em' your coat."

"Give him your coat!" Bill shouted back.

Finn trembled nervously as the second alpha stepped forward while the other guys argued.

"Hey sweet thing, come here, I'll help you get warm." The alpha cooed gently.

But Finn had heard that tone of voice before. Clients at the rut house who spoke kindly before causing so much pain. They could sound so sincere. He didn't trust it.

"I... I j-just need-"

"I know what you need. Come here little rabbit." The alpha's arms were stretching out toward him as the man slowly approached. Finn felt cornered even with the wide open street right behind him. His breath was panicky and high as the alpha's hands got closer. Then the man reached out quickly and grabbed hold of Finn's shoulder.