Peter comes back about twenty minutes later with two whole ass pizza boxes. He quickly slams the sorry shut and locks it before setting the boxes on his desk quick. He leans over with his hands on his knees when or catching his breath.

"Peter! Did you seriously take two whole boxes?!" A male on the other side of the door shouts.

"Yeah," he shouts back, "and it's not all for me this time, its for the new girl too."

He's still a little breathless and I can't help but chuckle.

"Well bring the extra back down, don't horde it in your room this time," the male says before leaving.

"If I knew it would be that much trouble I would have just came down," I smile at him.

"Nah it's fine," he waves it off, "their just mad that I can always manage to steal a box and get back here before they can catch me. I hate eating down there when it's pizza, everything gets so hectic and crazy."

I laugh.

"So what did you bring up?" I ask sitting up from the bed.

"Pepperoni and some type of chicken one," he shrugs, "I just made sure it didn't have sausage before I grabbed it."

"Thanks," I chuckle.

He's sweet.

We eat and talk for the next hour or so. He doesn't asks where I'm from, or why I don't have a name, which I am thankful for, but he does ask me other questions.

"How can you hate sausage pizza?" He laughs taking a bite of his barbecue chicken slice.

"I donno," I shrug eating my pepperoni slice, "I just can't stand the taste."

We laugh as we eat.

I've never felt this comfortable around anyone, ever. But Peter seems to be able to make anyone comfortable with his aura, even other Omegas.

"Hey, Ghost?" His tone is suddenly a bit serious.

"Yeah?" I set down my pizza.

"Why are you masking so much?"

Well fuck.

"It's complicated," I look down at my plate, my hand subconsciously messing with he zipper of my jacket.

"Okay," he doesn't press any further, then he sniffs, "oh great, Milan is going into heat."

I sniffs the air and sure enough of can smell a heat.
It smells like strawberries and sugar.

The whole house goes silent for a second.

"LOCK UP!" a male voice shouts. It's the one that shouted pizza earlier. I'm gonna guess that he's the head of the building. Meaning he's a beta assigned to protect the Omega House.

Peter jumps up and goes to one of the windows, locking it quickly. I get the hint and lock the one next to my bed.

I peek outside as I do and find a few alphas already lurking around the building, hoping for a way in.

I can scent them easily, their aromas strong, some are in the rut, making the aroma stronger.

God. All alphas are the same. Chasing after heats to satisfy themselves.

Just as I'm about to close the blinds, my eyes shift to one of the large trees behind the building. A figure crouches in its branches, I can't hardly make out any features. The wind makes some of the branches sway and allows moonlight to fall on the figure. They have long hair and a black mask on, their eyes glow a steel grey.

Their eyes lock with mine and I freeze in place.

It's an alpha.
A strong alpha.

His scent seems to seep through the walls as I can smell a bit of it.
Woodsmoke and gunpowder.

It sends a shiver down my spine and that's enough to bring me back to the real world as I quickly shut the blinds.

Damn alphas.

I turn back to Peter and we sit in silence for a moment.

"Well this is gonna be a fun night," Peter finally says, "the suppressants won't kick in fully until morning so they're gonna be prowling all night. But don't worry, Beta Clint in a good protector, he won't let them in."

He smiles and I can't help but smile with him.

"Ya know," he continues, his smile faltering a bit, "the aura you send off isn't that strong, unless that's just all the masking you're doing blocking it all."

"That's kinda the point," I shrug, "but it is getting pretty hot."

I slip off the leather jacket and pull the hoodie up and over my head, tossing them both on the end of my bed.

"Wanna borrow some of my clothes?" He suggests.

"If you don't mind."

He gets up and waddles over to his dresser, pulling out two pairs of sweatpants, and two t-shirts.

"Here you go," he hands me a set, "I'll go to the bathroom to change, you can change in here."

I smile and give him a quick nod before he leaves to change.

I take off my boots and jeans, quickly slipping the sweatpants on and tying them tight. They're still baggy and too long so I fold them twice to fit me better. I unwrap my collar from my turtleneck then slip the shirt off, my bra following it. I sigh a bit at feeling of freedom from the damn titty trap before slipping the t-shirt on. It hangs off of one of my shoulders no matter how I try to fix it, so I just give up and let it be.

It's cozy, making me feel like a little kid. I scrunch my toes into the carpet a bit, loving the feeling.

There's a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say softly, know that others might be trying to sleep.

The door opens a bit and a man peeks his head in before opening it all the way.

I might have mistook him for an alpha If it weren't for his scent.

He looks middle aged and still well built.

"So you're the new one?" He asks leaning against the door way.

I nod.

"And you must be Beta Clint," I say wrapping my hands around my midsection, a force of habit.

"Please," he waves his hand with a soft chuckle, "just call me Clint, no need for castes here."

"Clint," I test it, then nod again.

"So what's your name kid?"

I lower my head and squeeze my midsection more.

"I don't have one."

"Hmm," he hums, "so am I correct to assume you're a runaway?"

I nod again.

It's rare for Omegas to be runaways, especially before their presentation.

"Ok," he says pulling my attention back to him, "what would you like to be called?"

"Most people just call me Ghost," I shrug, "I already told Peter he could just call me that, too."

"The Ghost it is," he smiles at me, "how long do you plan on staying?"

"At least until after my next heat."

"Which is?"

"Eighteen days."

He nods. "Okay."

Peter comes up behind him and Clint moves to he can come in.

"So you've settled in good?"

I nod as Peter curls up on his bed.

Clint looks at me bed, seeing how bare it is.

"No comfort toys?" He raises a brow.

I shake my head.

Comfort toys are something almost every Omega has, as is something every Omega needs. But I don't have any, I never have.

"No toys?!" Peter gasps beside me, sitting up in his bed quickly.

"Nope. I've never had any before."

His jaw drops in shock and disbelief before he looks to a small chest he has at the foot of his bed. He jumps up and goes to the chest, opening it to reveal that it's full of stuffies.

"Pick one," he smiles up at me.

"Really?" I look down at him wide eyes.

"Yeah," he nods happily.

I bend down and look in the chest. I find a small blue bear a white star in the fur of its chest and a smile pulls onto my lips.
He's perfect.

"This one," I say standing back up and hugging it to my chest.

"Good pick," Clint says at the doorway, a smile plastered on his face, "alright imma let you guys for to sleep. See you in the morning."

He leaves and closes the door.

Peter yawns crawls back into his bed. I flick the light off and crawl into my bed as well. I get under the blankets and curl myself into a small ball, cuddling the bear to my chest tightly.

And for the first time in months, I drift to sleep peacefully.

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Peter is so precious, we must protec!
Anyways hope y'all like it💙💙