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11; rescue

Mitch quietly followed Derrick on the way to the store, his hand in the Alpha's grasp. Derrick had wanted a new book, but he didn't trust Zach to be alone with Mitch, so he brought the small Omega along with him.

Mitch liked the bookstore. It was quiet and peaceful, and usually, there weren't many people in it. He looked around curiously as he followed Derrick to the science fiction section, wondering how many love stories were in the pages of the books surrounding him. He wondered if there was a book out there about a boy who was abused and raped every day that got swept off his feet by a florist.

Even if there was, Mitch doubted he could read it. He'd learned to read and write in Omega school, but that was five years ago, and he hadn't had any practice since then. Sure, he read street signs and menus, but books were long and had complicated words and it would probably be too advanced for Mitch.

Mitch's thoughts were cut off when he saw a familiar man. He was in the classic section of the store, and his back was turned to Mitch as he read the blurb of a book. Mitch's heart jumped and he longed to go to him, but he couldn't leave Derrick's side or he'd be punished. He bit his lip sadly and tried to force his gaze back to the ground before Derrick noticed, but alas, he was too late. "Lusting after another Alpha, are we?" Derrick growled in Mitch's ear, his grip tightening on his wrist.

Mitch whimpered quietly at the pain and shook his head slightly, briefly glancing up to meet Derrick's eyes before his gaze dropped back to his feet. "N-No, sir," he whimpered, but it was clear Derrick didn't believe a word he said.

"Bullshit. Bryce will be hearing about this."

Mitch whimpered again, tears forming in his eyes, but he didn't dare say anything. He only felt even worse when the man he'd been staring at turned and revealed that he wasn't Scott after all.

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Mitch was kneeling in forgiveness with tears blurring his vision. Derrick and Zach were on either side of him, spitting obscenities at him as they waited for the return of the other two Alphas. "I can't believe you really thought that Alpha would want you," Zach snarled, his eyes already bright red.

Derrick's own eyes mimicked Zach's, but his were much darker, and he was clearly fighting the urge to punish Mitch right there. "You're nothing but a whore. A useless, worthless whore. No one will ever want you." Mitch's tears began to flow as he listened to their hateful words, but he knew they were right.

"What's going on here?" Bryce demanded as soon as he walked through the door, and Derrick's gaze immediately snapped up to see him.

"This little shit wanted another Alpha to fuck him when I took him with me to the bookstore," he snarled, hitting Mitch up the back of his head.

Bryce's eyes darkened and he looked sharply at Mitch. "Is this true?"

Mitch sobbed softly and shrank away from him, his entire body trembling in fear. "D-Daddy—"

"Who gives a fuck what he thinks? I saw him making fuck-me eyes at an Alpha, and it's not fucking okay. He needs a fucking punishment," Derrick exploded angrily, and Mitch couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

"Shut the fuck up," Zach snarled, hitting him again.

Luke smirked and turned to Bryce. "Shall I get the whip?"

Soon, the house was filled with Mitch's screams once more.

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It was after Mitch's punishment, and he was sobbing in his cage. Bryce hadn't thought he'd deserved treatment, so blood was trickling down his back and forming a stain on the carpet that he knew he'd get punished again for.

He was so lost in his own misery that he didn't hear the knock. Bryce rolled his eyes and got up, taking a swig of his beer as he went to get the door. He was surprised to see three police officers there, and he took a nervous glance back at the other Alphas. They slowly went up to the door too. "May I help you?"

The police officer in the front nodded and held out his badge, and the four officers behind him did the same. "Yes, actually. We have been told that you are abusing your Omega."

"What? That's ridiculous."

"Sir, our source sent a video that clearly portrayed you and three other men hitting an Omega with a whip."

"He deserved it," Luke snarled, but Bryce held up a hand to silence him.

"We were punishing him."

"Actually, our source said that you were not. Apparently, you usually whip him before you rape him. I'm afraid we're going to have to take you in."

"You can't do that!" Derrick shouted, but the four officers took hold of each of the Alphas and held their arms behind their back as the one in front began to search the house for the poor Omega.

The officer soon heard the sound of sobs coming from the upstairs, so he made his way up the steps and into the first room he saw. "Hello?"

Mitch jumped out of his skin when he heard the door open and quickly pressed himself against the wall of the cage, ignoring the pain that stung his back. "P-Please don't hurt m-me, Dad-dy, I w-won't do it again..." he sobbed, holding his knees to his chest in a weak attempt at protection, but the officer just shook his head and kept his hands where Mitch could see them to reassure the boy he meant no harm.

"Hey. It's okay. I'm here to help you. Your Alphas are going to jail, they can't hurt you anymore. It's okay."

Mitch whimpered hoarsely and rubbed his eyes, trying to see through his tears. "D-Did Alpha Sc-Scott send you, s-sir?" he asked timidly, and the officer smiled gently, nodding.

"Yes, he did. Now, I'm going to get you out of there, and then I'm going to clean your wounds and dress you and take you out to him. Is that okay?"

When Mitch sniffled and nodded, whispering a, "Yes, sir," that was so quiet the officer could barely hear it, the officer picked the lock and opened the cage door. Mitch timidly crawled out of the cage, being careful not to let his back touch anything, and the officer gave him boxers and leggings that he found in the room before leading him into the bathroom.

"Sir? Y-You're not going to a-arrest Alph-pha Scott, r-right?" Mitch whispered as the police officer cleaned his wounds.

The officer frowned slightly and shook his head. "Of course not. He explained the situation, and we know that he went undercover in order to get evidence. He gets to take care of you now. Is that what you want?"

Mitch couldn't help but blush. "Yes, sir."

The four Alphas were shoved into police cars before the officer led Mitch out of the house. The Omega had his arms around his stomach, and his nervous eyes were glancing around, but he still didn't see Scott almost sob from relief and scramble out of the police car. He let out a soft squeak when Scott attacked him in a hug and buried his face in his hair. "Oh, my god..."

Mitch was afraid at first, but he relaxed when he recognized Scott's voice and hugged back the best he could, hiding his face in his chest. "I- I was getting scared you'd f-forgotten about me, s-sir..." he whispered timidly, holding onto his shirt with shaking hands.

Scott shook his head immediately, his desperate arms squeezing him as tightly as he dared. "I could never forget about you."