Warning: AU, Alpha & Omega verse, Non-con/ Dub-con, mention of abortion
AN: This is an AU to the original Alpha & Omega verse. Omegas had always been treated as properties and sexual toys, because they were perceived as mindless sexual creatures that require constant guidance. Many families even saw them as ways to get rich quickly by offering them to suitable Alphas. Once Omega reached breeding age, they went into heat, and they did so once a month from there onwards. The Alpha that managed to impregnate the Omega became his/ her owner. The Omega would be bound to the Alpha, but the bound was only ever one way, unless they enter into marriage together, i.e. the Alpha had the option of marrying someone else. As long as the Alpha cared for the Omega, it was a widely acceptable practice. It was until a new bill being passed and hormone suppressant drugs being made available publicly they were finally given same right as Alphas and Betas. However, prejudice and discrimination was still very much at large.
Chapter One
It all started the day after Commissioner Edward Blair's funeral.
At first it was just small things, like the reports Gregory had submitted went missing. Luckily he had kept soft copies of them on his computer. It was only the matter of reprinting them.
Then he found draws and cabinets in his office being tampered with. Nothing was missing, as far as he was aware, so he didn't report them. The last thing he wanted was to bring attention to himself when he was already in a vulnerable position.
On day four, all of his paperwork from the last 2 weeks was gone, from his desk, from his computer, like they never existed. He pulled an all nighter trying to hit his submission deadline, but he wasn't able to get them all done. He was called into the Chief Superintendent's office later that day.
The Chief Superintendent was very straight forward with Gregory. He told him that now Commissioner Blair was out of the picture, he was not to expect any more special treatment. His condition of employment was that he had to prove himself not being a liability. And those sloppy work were not good way of going about it.
Gregory had nothing to defend himself with, so he stayed quite. Right before he was dismissed. The Chief Superintendent sharply reminded him to take his hormone suppressant consistently. The last thing he wanted was an Omega going into heat at the Yard.
Gregory had to bite inside of his cheek to stop himself from snapping at the man. He had been doing so for the last 23 years – a pill a day for every day of his life. It had become a routine long time ago. He was not going to forget about something so vital. He was an adult, not a child who needed constant reminder.
On day six, Detective Inspector Dimmock was promoted to Chief Inspector. The man was 15 years his junior, and used to be part of his team when he first joined the Yard. Dimmock could not even meet his eyes, being a kind and honest guy he was. Gregory held no grudge and offered his congratulations. Despite holding highest conviction rate, Gregory knew better than to believe he would make it any higher on the rank.
It was close to a miracle that he was actually made a Detective Inspector. A few years ago, there was a campaign of promoting diversity and tolerance. He benefited from it. He had become Met's poster boy. He supposes he should have been content, as he was the only Omega who made it to Detective Inspector in Met's history.
On day eight, he found photos being pined up on his office door. Photos of him engaging in sex with various of man. Photos of him on his knees, giving blow job. Photos of him with wide, dilated pupils, looking completely lost in sexual arousal as he was being pounded into. Photos of him with his legs being held wide apart, so his body could take in two cocks at the same time. Faces of his partners were carefully hidden, so they could not be identified, the only exception being Commissioner Blair's.
He ignored the whispers behind him and calmly took them off. He had them shredded and went on about his job. People had long suspected his relationship with the late Commissioner. He could not have made it this far without protection from high up. This incident merely gave them gave them some more to talk about.
Gregory had never regretted his decision in accepting the offer from Edward Blair years ago. Back then the older man held the position of DCI and he was merely a Constable. It had been a fair trade. The older man sheltered him, and backed him up. His influence stopped most form of abuse and discrimination. In exchange, Gregory offered his body. He was his fuck toy, as well as his resource to bribe and blackmail with.
Some times, Gregory could not get over the sheer irony of his life. He left his home town to escape from a life of confinement, being own and possessed by an Alpha. And yet, he found himself submitting to another in order to survive.
Gregory never really enjoyed those sexual encounters, not at a psychological level. Physically, he had found enjoyment in them, which he could not deny. After all, he was an Omega, who was naturally drawn to sex. Apart from being the perfect broodmare, it was another trait that made Omegas highly appealing sexually, and extremely valuable. Still he was grateful to the man. He had kept his words to him over the years, never tried to breed and bound with him. And he was kind enough to keep him around even when Gregory was too old to hold much physical appeal.
He knew they were just the beginning. There were more to common. He had been shielded for too long that he had forgotten how vulnerable he really was.
Gregory couldn't help but being a little distracted while having a fortnightly dinner with Mycroft Holmes in a secluded location. He had too many things in his mind. Strangely the man didn't seem to be annoyed. The younger man only quietly studied him with those icy grey eyes.
He didn't force Gregory to talk. He never did. For that Gregory was thankful. The only thing Mycroft had forced him to do was to agree to come and meet him on a fortnightly basis to discuss Sherlock and his latest troubles. Gregory was completely at his own discretion of what to share and what to withheld from the very beginning.
Over time, Gregory had come to enjoy these meetings, even if he didn't exactly look forward to them. It was nice to be treated as an equal, a competent adult; as oppose to a creature that needed taming and guidance.
Gregory had never met anyone like Mycroft, who saw him as a person, rather than an Omega. Sherlock had been an exception. The man was so eccentric that he had no sense of social norm. The fact that someone like Mycroft would entrust the safety and sanity of his only brother to him spoke enough about the amount of trust he had on him.
Right before Gregory was about to step into the black car that was to take him home, Mycroft asked him what was troubling him, and whether there was anything he could do to help ease his mind. Gregory thought about the reports, the photos and the gossips, he was really tempted. Not doubt a man like Mycroft could easily smooth things out for him. But people like him didn't just offer things freely as act of kindness. They would always expect something in return. And Gregory doubted he would be able to offer anything of reasonable value. So he only shook his head and said everything was fine.
Mycroft didn't push it. He saw things, but he never judged, at least not openly, unlike Sherlock. Like the times that Gregory came to their meeting with noticeable limp from a rough night with Edward Blair and his friends. Mycroft never asked or commented. He only made sure that he had the most comfortable seat possible and a cup of water with pain killer. He had never over stepped boundaries.
Perhaps it was why Gregory had come to see the man as a friend, or something along that line. Not that he would ever spill all of his secrets at the front of him, or entrust him with his own life. But he had come to like the illusion of equality in his presence.