Page 4 of Broken Alpha
“No fucking clue. Don’t mention a thing to my parents. I would prefer it if none of this made it into my file, but how else will you explain the blood work?”
“Easy. You came in for a routine check-up. Your last one was two years ago, and I’ve been nagging you to come in. So, what are you going to do about the Omega? I take it you’re not dating.”
“No, we’re not.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Lord knows I wish we were. I would give anything to leave this office and wrap my arms around my Omega. Just having him by my side would be nice. Maybe a late lunch before we headed back home and —
“Well then,” Ryan said, cutting me off, amused, looking at the bulge that seemed to be forming in my pants.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I blushed, crossing my legs and putting my jacket over my lap to hide it from his view. “Is this going to be a thing now? Am I a teenager all over again, getting turned on at the slightest thought? I wasn’t even thinking of anything sexual!How am I supposed to hide this while I teach? It’s a little hard to give a lecture with a fucking hard-on!”
“I mean, you could just fuck the Omega.”
“Not an option,” I growled.
“Get a cock cage?” Ryan teased, his eyes glinting. “Male chastity is all the rage these days.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. That wasn’t a bad idea. It would prevent me from getting too hard, and surely discrete ones exist. I could wear it when I leave for the day and take it off when I get home. It would only be worn a few hours a day and twice weekly since my class met on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Though to get used to it, I should probably wear it around the house like a pair of new shoes.
“Jesus, I was joking!”
“And yet,” I grinned broadly.
If you had told me I would one day be measuring the circumference and diameter of my cock for a fucking chastity device, I would’ve laughed at you. Yet here I was, sitting at my home computer, my dick in one hand and a tape measure in the other. It was suggested to measure at least three times to get a proper measurement and to do it while the body is warm. After taking a shower, I gathered my measurements and ordered a cage that had nothing to do with fancy designs but everything to do with discretion and functionality for what I needed. I needed it to arrive by Tuesday, so I paid out the ass for rush delivery for it to arrive by Sunday afternoon. That didn’t give me much timebefore it got used on Tuesday, but I figured it was enough. The class was only an hour and a half long; I should be okay, even if I might be uncomfortable.
The cage arrived on time without incident, in the advertised discreet packaging. Figuring out what part goes where was a little cumbersome, but I got everything in the proper place. I tried my hardest to warm up the metal before feeding my softened dick through the chamber, and I swear I felt my balls try to absorb themselves into my body as the cold metal touched me, making it a little difficult to get everything fitted in place.
Once I had done so, there was a noticeable weight on the lower half of my body, but not enough that it could be distracting and uncomfortable. To familiarize myself with the device and being in captivity, I wore the cage most of Monday evening when I got home, and by bedtime, I didn’t notice it anymore except for a slight ache in my balls, which I could easily live with.
As Tuesday morning arrived, I slipped the cage in place as if it was a part of my standard routine, leaving the key on top of the dresser. I reached for the gray slacks that I had to dig out from the back of my closet yesterday with a look of hatred and disgust. After trying on an assortment of pants, I learned that jeans showed the cage a little too easily for my comfort, drawing attention to the fact that I was in chastity for my own good. Slacks that had pleats in the front and didn’t hug my waist proved to provide the best cage discretion. I used to pride myself on being business casual in jeans and a smart shirt, refusing to conform to the older professors with their slacks and sweater vest travesties. Yet here I was, dressing just like them to hide my desire for an Omega I shouldn’t…or couldn’t have.
The weather was transitioning from summer to fall, but it couldn’t decide how the day would go. I also didn’t have control over the temperature in my classroom. Aidyn Keller was one of maybe three Omegas in my class, and Alphas tended to run hot.Because of this, most classrooms had air conditioning pumped into them, lowering the temperature even in the dead of winter. Finally deciding on a thin quarter-sleeved sweater, I pulled it over my head and took a deep breath before grabbing my coffee travel mug and my laptop bag and leaving my condo.
Aidyn
Iwoke with one of the most horrendous headaches of my life. It felt like someone was squeezing my skull, expecting it to pop. Sitting up in bed, my body felt warm with zero traces of fever, yet my head was swimming so much that I had to place my head on my knees or I was going to throw up. God, I felt like death.
I was certain that this was the result of the new suppressants, and tears of frustration pricked at my eyes. I wassoexhausted. Tired of being a dominant Omega, tired of the endless cocktail of medications and nothing working like it was supposed to. Dr. Easton’s words came back to me about the risk of organfailure, and I wondered if maybe I should find a deserted island somewhere and live off coconuts and bananas. Away from society so I didn’t have to take any more of these fucking chemicals.
A sense of urgency consumed me as bile rose up my throat, and I bolted from the bed. Flinging my bedroom door open, I pushed Erik out of the way as he opened the bathroom door before emptying my stomach into the toilet. I dry-heaved into the bowl, my back and ribs protesting the lack of substance my stomach could provide. With a groan, I sat on the floor, resting my head on the wall, my hair sticking to my forehead. I should cut it.
“You okay?” Erik asked, kneeling beside me. I opened my eyes to see his face full of concern and confusion.
“I will be. I need to adjust.”
“The suppressants?”
I could only nod slightly, but the motion made me want to vomit again. Erik got up, and I heard him moving around in the kitchen, setting the teakettle on the stove. This isn’t the first time I’ve reacted badly to my suppressants, and I have found that a combination of green tea, ginger tea, and peppermint tea helped with the nausea and headaches they caused. Erik knew this and the protocol for getting things started for me. He was probably already setting the water to boil, pulling out a travel mug and some honey, and draping the tea bags in the mug for me.
Forcing myself off the floor, I started the shower before stepping under the lukewarm water. I already felt overheated but couldn’t stand cold showers. Using the wall to brace myself against as another wave of lightheadedness washed over me, I took advantage of the cool tile and leaned my head to rest against the coolness until the tile warmed beneath my skin. It took every ounce of my energy to rush through the mundane tasks of washing myself, having to pause every once in a while asnausea tried to get me to empty my stomach once more. I don’t know where I pulled the energy to shower completely, but by the time I exited the bathroom, I contemplated crawling back into bed to sleep.
I found a short-sleeve shirt that was long enough to cover my ass and a pair of gray fitted leggings in my pile of clean clothes, pulling them on slowly. The season was changing into the cooler months of the year, but adjusting to suppressants always made regulating my body’s temperature difficult, so wearing warm clothing was next to impossible for me. There had been times when I was sweating in a room where others were shivering.
Grabbing the suppressant shot from my nightstand, I measured out the dosage from the vial I received from the pharmacist. Pinching the flesh next to my belly button, I pushed the needle into my stomach, hissing softly as I pressed down on the syringe plunger. Fuck, I hated this type of suppressant. Taking a pill instead of injecting myself daily was so much easier. I tossed the needle and syringe into the special garbage can beside my bed that I had picked up at the pharmacy before lowering my shirt just as Erik knocked on my door.
“Maybe you should stay home,” Erik said, handing me the travel mug. “You look paler than a vampire.”
“And yet, I can’t miss a day.” I sipped and winced at the hot liquid as it burned my tongue.
Erik knew better than to argue with me, so he nodded, and together, we took the city bus to the university. Normally the bus didn’t bother me, but today it was overcrowded and hot. Every time the bus jerked, someone bumped into me, their touch like an unwanted heat pad against my sensitive skin. The second a seat near the window opened up, I pushed my way toward it, desperate for fresh air that the open window provided, even if it was just a crack. The passengers behind me grumbled in annoyance, complaining that it was too cold to have thewindow open, but I ignored them. Resting my head against the thick tempered glass, I closed my eyes, letting the breeze ruffle through my hair.
