Omegaverse: The Alpha X’s Prey

Easton nervously stepped backwards until his average frame hit the cold concrete wall.

Who would have thought that once he left the omega building, he'd be surrounded?

Immediately he tried to increase the space between him and the wall. It wasn't good to be "glued" to a surface when in a fight...

"I'm sure we can work this out..." Easton chuckled. He had his hands up in a feeble attempt to block the three alphas making their way towards him.

They were either average muscly alphas or extremely buff betas.

Still while in his predicament, he couldn't help but admire those buldging muscles.

Who would have forseen that Bart and his goonies had tailed Easton the moment Donovan rushed out of the ȧssembly room.

While Easton was in the middle of la-la land of beefy muscles, dripping with sweat... he had failed to notice that he was completely surrounded.

"I should do something about this obsession," Easton muttered. He unknowningly voiced his thoughts aloud. Luckily no one seemed to be bothered.

"Aight, I'll be frank." Bart barked (try saying that three times as fast as you can XD).

"But you're Bart..." Easton looked up quizzedly. His mind wandered... could one simply change their names just like that? Boy that would have been much easier for him.

His innocent eyes only made Bart even more livid. This nincompoop! What does Donovan see in him?

"Boss, I'll take it from here," Mikey whispered. He could sense that Bart's temper was just about to explode. While they didn't like this puny beta, they didn't want to dirty their hands... at least not outside the arena.

Bart nodded his head and stepped aside. Meanwhile Easton was absolutely clueless why there was a switch front and center.

"What's your relationship with Donovan?" Mikey spat out.

Easton made a sour face. Not only was he unpleasantly reminded of Donovan's "you-won't-understand" declaration, spittle landed on his face.

As much as he disliked going around as Donovan's "boyfriend", he trusted his brother.

Instinct immediately kicked in. Suddenly Easton wasn't this docile innocent beta anymore. He turned into a lean, mean fighting machine.

(While writing this I was imagining a little chihuahua fighting a doberman lolz)

Before the crowd of alphas could register what happened, Mikey was on the floor. And Easton? Well he was suddenly behind them all.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-"

SWOOSH! Bart came at him only for Easton to dodge.

"It was an accident!"

His cries was reciprocated with even more anger.

Remember when Easton was backed towards a wall? Well he used that as leverage to flip himself over the crowd.

Easton grew increasingly irritated. Why won't these idiotic alphas just stop and listen?

A single kick to Bart's temple swiftly knocked him to the side.

"Said-"

Knee strike to another opponent's gut.

"It-"

Uh-oh Easton's leg was grabbed by another pesky fly. Eh, why not turn it into a roundhouse kick?

With his opponent on the floor, Easton wasted no time pulling him in a leg chokehold. The fighting immediately ceased as they saw a member of theirs was pathetically struggling to breathe. He was even attempting to tap out, only for Easton to grab his fingers and twist them in a way that could break them if he moved anymore.

"Was an accident!"

Finally it was quiet and they heard him.

"I was trying to get my hankie when this one spat all over my face. It is extremely unhygienic!"

"He's going to pass out!" Bart yelled out.

Easton looked up confused and took a look around.

"Who?" He didn't see anyone in need of medical ȧssistance...

Oh.

"Sorry there." Easton immediately let go and helped the alpha up sheepishly. "You guys started attacking me out of nowhere!"

Bart's eye twitched. This beta was not normal. Still his ego and alpha pride wouldn't let him lose to a mere puny beta.

"Next week, the gym. Just you," Bart pointed at Easton. "And me."

Easton mulled it over...

"I can't, I have plans. But don't worry I also want to be friends with you!"

"With... you?" Easton pointed at Bart.

Bart and Mikey shared a look. This idiot...

Easton gave a snort. That annoying snort when one thinks that one is superior than their challenger.

"Ah... alphas these days. Have fun with your fight. I won't be there." Then he turned around and walked away.

"Oh right where's the ȧssembly at again?" Easton had the gall to turn around to ask.

Another member of the muscly clique kindly pointed to the sign. With a nod of thanks he left.

"I am going to kill him make mince pork chops out of him grind his bones into bread and feed him to the sharks!" Mikey was surprisingly wordy when livid.

"We're bringing this to Coach." Bart's decision was final.

Mikey nodded. He glared at the omega dorms. This wouldn't have happened if Donovan just chose an alpha.