Title: Battleof Wills
Pairing(s): Roman/OFC and random mentions of others
Characters: Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, The Authority, Shane McMahon
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU/Supernatural/bit of Canon
Verse: Alpha/Omega
Summary: Every Alpha is looking for their true mate and Roman finds his in the unwilling daughter of Vince McMahon, Alyssa.
Author's note: This is my OmegaVerse and it has its own quirks that will be explained during the story during a history lesson. Do keep in mind this one thing: an Alpha's rut and an Omega's heat is like their virginity in this fic. Oh yeah, it is my intent for you to not like Roman much to start with.
Warnings: Slight dub-con, language, sexual situations and knotting. I can't help it; I fell in love with the A/O verse.
Chapter 1
The Golden Compass – or – a Samoan Alpha finds what he's been looking for.
'Fuck my life.' Roman Reigns was in a bad mood and he couldn't see it improving any time soon. The bane of his existence surrounded him right now.
Roman had been sitting in catering for over an hour now; picking at his food and watching various mated couples around him. Fuck, they were making him sick. The jealousy he felt sat like a stone in his stomach.
The bond between mates was special; unlike the couplings between people that were together for pleasure or companionship until they found their mate or true mate.
True mates were almost mythical; like fucking unicorns. It was rare that an Alpha ever found his true mate. All his life, Roman didn't believe she was real until he grew up, started working for this company and found two couples that proved their existence.
There were plenty of Alphas that took an Omega as a mate, giving up on ever finding their destined partner. They lived happy lives with their children but that extra spark was missing, not that they'd ever know it.
No couple; mates or true mates, have ever been able to explain the extra depth you feel when you meet your true mate. It was something you could see if you looked hard enough but never explain. Words just didn't do it justice. Brie and Daniel were a fine example of true mates; so were Hunter and Stephanie, and Roman wished for the same.
"Hey, brother! Did you hear the news?" Dean Ambrose clapped a hand down on his best friend's shoulder; startling him out of his brooding, and flopped into the chair beside him.
"No, man, what news?" The Samoan sighed heavily, sitting back in his chair with a disinterested scowl on his face.
"Shane McMahon is coming back to the show. They have him in a storyline against The Authority." Dean wagged his eyebrows wearing a mischievous grin. "It's always cool when The Authority has some opposition besides us and Shane was always fun to watch."
"That ain't no lie. With the roster thinned out right now they are working our asses off. I, for one, could use a fucking break." Roman rolled his eyes while shoveling a fry into his mouth.
"You seem extra grumpy tonight, big man. What's up?" Dean narrowed his eyes on his brother while he bit into his chicken leg, following Roman's gaze when it locked on Brie and Daniel. "You still feeling the pull, my brother?"
"Yeah, man." Roman lowered his eyes to his plate, frowning when his chest felt empty.
"Ro, you know if you're feeling the urge you can just find an Omega on suppressants and birth control to knot, or even a Beta. I know you want to save your rut for your mate's heat so the suppressants will handle that." Dean spoke in a hesitant voice; hand scratching nervously at his collarbone while he avoided looking at the big man's gray eyes. "As long as you don't bite her there is no risk of a mating and the birth control will prevent a pup." His voice faded out by the end, shrugging his shoulders in defeat.
"No offense, little brother; I know that's your thing, you aren't interested in finding a mate, but it is all I think about. I won't settle either. I want to find the one that was meant to be mine." Roman pushed his plate aside, resting his elbows on the table and holding his head between his palms.
Dean couldn't help but think his brother had sulking down to an art form.
Dean went silent though, choosing to occupy his mouth with his meal, and leave Roman to his thoughts.
Roman was thankful for it. He loved his brother from another mother but they had very different personal goals. Professionally, they were in sync but in regards to their private lives; oh yes, they were very different.
Dean was happy to bed Omegas from now until doomsday and still possessed the willpower not to claim her when he knotted, even in rut the man refrained. For such a reckless individual in the ring, his self-control was exemplary in the bedroom. All of Dean's denial aside, Roman wasn't sure if his brother wouldn't change his tune when he came across his true mate.
All Roman could think about was finding his mate. She plagued his thoughts and dreams, day and night. His hand instinctively went to his hip, fingering his mark through his sweats. Each Alpha's mark was unique to him and his true mate carried its twin. He longed for the day when he would sense her.
Unknown to Roman, the day he wished for was about to come to pass…just not how he envisioned.
The two men ate in awkward silence until raised voices caught their attention. They turned towards the entrance arriving superstars used to see a crowd gathering. Greetings, introductions and 'welcome back's were mixing together from the group meeting Shane McMahon at the door.
An instant later Dean darted his eyes to his friend when Roman went ramrod straight in his seat, nose scenting the air.
"What is it, Ro?"
'Oranges and buttercream. Mine. Want. Take. Mate.'
"How was your time away?"
"It is great to have you back!"
"My time away was refreshing but I am happy to be back." Shane smiled at his employees/co-workers.
"How do you like NXT?
"I heard you and Finn are dating. How is that going?"
"I heard she was seeing Baron."
"Finn is my best friend. Baron and I have been seeing each other. And I love the opportunity to run NXT alongside my brother-in-law." A female voice addressed the questions directed at her, glancing over the familiar and new faces surrounding her.
"Ro, are you okay, bro?" Dean spoke slowly when he saw the Alpha gold ring form around his friend's gray irises. "Roman?" He asked again when the big man shot to his feet, staring towards the arriving McMahon.
"Who is that?" Roman growled low in his throat.
"That's Shane McMahon, bro."
"Not him, Dean! Who is the woman with him?" Roman pointed at the brunette beauty walking arm-in-arm with Shane.
The woman in question was a vision even in Dean's eyes. Her dark brown hair hung in waves down her back to her waist. Overhead lighting reflected off the dark brown eyes that matched the man beside her. She carried a golden tan on her exposed skin. Full breasts, slim waist, perfect tight ass and tone legs – yeah, she was beautiful and judging by the constant growl coming from his Samoan brother, she was making quite the impression.
"Whoa, brother! If that look is what I think it is then you might be in for a rough ride." Dean stood up, placing his hands on Roman's chest while glancing over his shoulder. "That is Shane's little sister; Vince's youngest kid, Alyssa McMahon."
Was it the mention of her name or the weight of their gazes upon her? They did not know but it was that exact moment that Alyssa abruptly faltered in her step. Her dark brown eyes darted around the room while she subtly scented the air; a hand settling over her pounding heart and the other over her flat abdomen.
"Sis, are you okay?" Shane turned to his sister when she jerked to a halt.
'Warm honey and coconut. Damn it. Fuck!'
Her gaze settled on a large Alpha, barely restrained by his friend, staring at her like she was a piece of meat, and felt the color drain from her face. If his scent didn't tell her what she needed to know, the feeling in her pelvic area did. That tanned Adonis with a long mane of black hair, muscles rippling through his chest and arms, and sex appeal from here to eternity was her destined mate.
She hated him already.
"I think I'm going to be sick." She sagged into Shane's side, gripping his arm to remain upright, and began to panic when the Samoan pushed by his friend. "Shane, get me out of here."
"Ally, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Shane furrowed his brow when he saw the emerald ring appear around her brown irises and instantly felt off-kilter. "Holy shit! Your Omega is…"
"Ro, you need to calm down!" Dean grabbed on to Roman's arm, trying to slow him down and make him see reason. Even with his feet planted on the floor, his Samoan friend dragged him forward with him on his quest to get to Alyssa.
"Shane, please!" She turned pleading eyes to her brother when she saw the Alpha advancing on them.
"Alright, come on." Shane led his shaky sister towards a nearby hallway, stopping once again when she didn't follow.
"Mine." Roman growled through heaving lungs, clutching on to Alyssa's wrist.
"Let go of me." Alyssa hissed; tugging against his grip.
"Roman, ease up, big man." Dean grabbed his wrist, trying to pry his hand off of their boss' daughter. Roman's grip was so tight it only resulted in jerking the poor woman around. "Ro, come on, bro! This isn't the way to do this!"
Dean couldn't be more wrong though. This was exactly the way an Alpha reacted once he scented his true mate. Centuries of instincts didn't just cease because the old laws changed. When Alphas found their true mate, they tended to revert back to their feral urge to take, mate and possess that Omega.
"Get your hand off of my sister!" Shane stepped up into the man's space, ready to defend his panicked sibling.
"What the hell is going on here?" Hunter stormed up, hearing a commotion and finding one of his prized superstars manhandling his sister-in-law. Alyssa looked panicked, Shane looked murderous, Dean looked worried and Roman looked possessed. "What do you think you're doing? Get your hand off of her now, Roman!" He gripped the Samoan's shoulder, glaring daggers at him.
"Hunter…" Roman huffed; leaning forward to run his nose along her shoulder to her neck, scenting her.
"Please don't say it." Alyssa whispered beseechingly when Roman darted his eyes to her.
"She belongs to me!" He shook off the hands restraining him, taking her shoulders between his firm palms.
"No!" Alyssa snarled at him, striking him across his face with enough force to snap his head to the side. "Don't." She gritted out when he turned back to her, pulling her flush to his chest.
"Mate!" Roman spun her around, wrapping an arm across her chest, keeping her pinned to his front while his left hand settled on her hip.
"Stop!" Alyssa clutched at his wrist, struggling to remove it from her mark. Her panic kicked in ten-fold and surrounding Alphas could scent it in the air.
An Omega in distress brought out the protective instincts in Alphas but in this particular Omega's case, they reacted in different ways.
Roman wanted to protect his mate and keep the others from touching her. It was his duty to keep her safe and provided for despite the fact that she was one of the wealthiest people he knew.
Hunter and Shane wanted to protect their sister and alleviate her fear by taking her away from Roman.
And Dean felt an irresistible urge to comfort the woman, especially since it was his best friend that was scaring the shit out of the Omega.
"If we peel these jeans off I guarantee your mark will match mine. Shall we find out?" He rumbled in her ear, moving his hand to the button of her jeans.
"Reigns!" Vince McMahon's voice boomed through the room, freezing everyone in place. "You will remove your hands from my daughter."
"She's my mate." Roman growled at his boss, chest heaving in frustration. "She belongs to me!"
Vince darted his eyes at his daughter, seeing her physically shudder at his words with tears welling in her eyes. "We shall see but in the meantime you will remove your hands from my child, and I don't appreciate you trying to undress her in front of the roster and crew to prove your point. Now release her!"
Roman growled his irritation; reluctantly let her go, fisting his hands at his sides to prevent himself from picking her up, carting her off and mating her as soon as possible.
"Dad…" Alyssa began when she saw the determined look in her father's eyes.
"The two of you are seeing the doctor to determine Roman's claim. Now!" Vince led his daughter down the hall, followed closely by Roman with Shane, Paul and Dean pulling up the rear.
"But Dad…" Her voice hitched upon hearing the resolve in her father's tone.
"You've turned down mates in the past, Ally; as is your right, but you cannot deny an Alpha his rights to his true mate. It is our one absolute law." He stated in no uncertain terms, glancing over his shoulder and giving his son and son-in-law a knowing look.
And it was their one absolute law that stemmed from their messy history. True mates were a rarity. They weren't the indentured servants of the past but they had no choice in the mating.
When an Alpha found their true mate the Omega couldn't deny the claim. If their marks matched, the claim was recorded and the Alpha took that Omega as their life mate. He would knot her and bite his mark into her scent gland. His saliva would enter her bloodstream and alter her scent; forever changing her scent to show her as his.
Typically, the attraction was mutual since the Powers that Be deemed them a perfect match. Their love was stronger, the drive to be together was intense and they bred superior pups.
True mates would die for each other.
"I don't want a mate. Even if I did, I'd want to choose whom I mate and not be stuck with someone that shares nothing in common with me except for a damn mark on my hip!" She snapped at him, backing down just a bit when her father leveled a glare at her.
Roman felt a stab of pain in his chest at her rejection of his claim. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
"I know you don't and I wouldn't force a mate on you unless he's your true mate. Now let's go, young lady." Vince continued down the hall, satisfied that she was following with Shane and Hunter flanking her.
"I don't suppose I can talk you into sneaking me out of here?" She gazed up at her brother, imploring him with her matching eyes to protect her.
"Ally, you know I would if I could but this isn't like the shit I've talked Dad out of before. This is huge, little sister." Shane sighed when she released his arm and clutched on to Hunter. "Come on, Ally. Don't be like that."
"You're as bad as Dad! You're content to throw me at the first Alpha that comes along with a fucking claim." She turned into Hunter's chest, tears trailing down her cheeks. "I don't want a mate, Paul, and that one looks like a barbarian."
"He's not that bad, Allycat." Hunter chuckled, holding her with one arm and petting her hair with his free hand. "If the claim is real, it explains his behavior right now. It is extremely rare for Alphas to find their intended mate, sweetheart, so it is a pretty big deal when it happens. They can be on opposite sides of the world or one dies off and they never meet or they just give up on finding their other half and mate someone else. Roman is feeling an irresistible pull right now and needs to be excused for his shitty manners." Paul's smile faded and his head snapped towards the hovering Samoan. "If you bruised her, I'll fuck you up." Hunter growled at her potential mate after seeing the reddened flesh on her wrist.
"I'm sorry, I uh…"
"Shut up." Hunter cut him off, leaned against the wall across from the trainers' room, and kept a hold of his sister-in-law while they waited on Vince. "The three of you go wait over there and give us some space!"
"Come on, Hunter."
"Back off, Shane. She doesn't want you right now." Hunter brought down the timbre of his voice when he felt Alyssa tremble against him. "You know it is a match, don't you?" He whispered against her hair, feeling the slight nod in reply.
"I don't want to lose Baron." She cried; clutching his shirt in her fists, jumping when Roman growled from a few feet away.
"You've been seeing Baron for a while, sweetheart. If you wanted him that badly, you would've taken him as your mate or, at the very least, shared your heat with him. Oh shut up!" Hunter snapped at Roman when he growled low in his throat once again. "I do believe in an Alpha's rights, Ally, but I believe in you more. I'll do what I can to help." He hushed her, rocking her back and forth in his arms.
The four men in the hall straightened up, shifting their eyes to the door when it opened. Alyssa clenched her hands; fisting Hunter's shirt before she took a deep breath to compose her self.
"Alyssa, honey, it will be okay." Vince hugged his daughter, pressing a hard kiss to her temple. "Doc Amann is waiting on you; go on inside." He ushered her in the door, blocking the entrance when Roman went to follow.
"I know this is a formality judging by the rings around your eyes but Chris has to inspect your marks and record the claim. Let me make something clear to you, Roman. That is my little girl in there and while she will be your mate, you will treat her right and be patient with her. She has been against taking a mate since she came of age. She has a boyfriend and a career at NXT. Push her too hard, too fast and you'll be in for a miserable future." Vince cocked his head at the Samoan, taking in his quick nod.
"Roman, Alyssa is one hundred percent the most loving McMahon in the family but she's also quite possibly the most hard-headed, vindictive little shit on this planet." Hunter stepped forward, trying to talk some sense into the young man that was just eager to claim his mate. "Give her time to settle things with Baron and get acclimated to you or she'll fight you every step of the way."
"Uh, he's not registering a thing you two are saying." Dean raised his hand; shaking his head at his bosses. "He is thinking about knotting his mate right now and nothing else. What?" He shrugged his shoulders when Vince, Shane and Hunter all threw up their hands and pulled a face. "Oh come on, this is his true mate we're talking about. You know its true, so let him get in there and kick this thing off and I'll try to talk to him later."
"Ambrose, that is what my father and Paul are trying to get across. It might be the law that forces her to be his mate but; if he doesn't dial this intensity back a bit, he'll be stuck with a mate that won't let that knot anywhere near her." Shane glanced between his father and brother-in-law with a sour look. "I can't believe I just said that. Apparently we have to dumb it down for him even if it makes me want to throw up in my mouth. It has been so long I think we've all forgotten how focused we were when we found our mates."
"Roman, the point is the law gives you rights to her but it doesn't mean she has to put out. You have to win that privilege." Paul scratched the back of his head, clearly uncomfortable with this conversation.
"For three mated Alphas, you sure suck at this pep talk thing." Dean shook his head, slowly running a hand down his face before he swatted Roman's chest. "Just let him in there and when it's over, I will try to calm him down. Right now, he needs to hear his claim confirmed. We'll deal with the next step afterwards."
"It's his funeral." Vince sighed; opened the door and pulled it closed after Roman rushed in.
Chris Amann rose from the stool he sat on, inclining his head at his occasional patient before darting his eyes over to Alyssa that stood against the far wall. It was obvious from the woman's defensive posture and distance that she wanted nothing to do with any of this.
"I don't exactly have the equipment here to piece together two individual scans of your marks so uh, I hate to say this, Ms McMahon, but I'll have to do one scan of the two of you together." He scratched at the back of his neck when he felt her scowl burn into his head. "Roman, will you pull your sweats down enough to expose your hip and hop up on the table?" He patted the spot he wanted the man to sit and turned towards the flustered woman across from them.
"And how do you plan to take a scan of both marks at the same time?" Alyssa asked; averting her eyes from Roman's impressive abdominals and the V he revealed by lowering his waistband below his hips.
"I need you to lower your jeans like Rome did." He turned back to Roman; shaking his head at the Samoan when he devoured her with his eyes. "Come stand between Roman and I when you're ready."
"Okay, so how is this going to work?" She narrowed her eyes when Chris nodded at Roman over her shoulder only to yelp a second later when two large hands picked her up by her waist and settled her on his lap. "Let go of me, you fucking Neanderthal!"
"Sit still." Roman purred in her ear, pulling her ass flush to his pelvis so that their marks were visible side-by-side. He gathered her hair up in his free hand, pulling it aside while she struggled against his hold. "I said sit still." He growled, biting down on the scruff of her neck, instantly rendering her boneless.
It was ingrained in them since they were pups; a reflexive action really that left them immobile within the jowls of their parents, to be moved about or disciplined when acting up.
Even incapable of movement, Alyssa seethed with fury while trapped between Roman's teeth. Chin almost touching her chest, angry tears blurred her vision of Chris taking the scan of her hip overlaying Roman's, verifying their identical marks and recording his claim. The feeling of his impressive hard-on pressed against her ass only added to her horror.
'His claim over you.'
"Congratulations, Roman." Chris patted his shoulder with a smile before giving her a slight incline of his head.
"Thanks, man. I feel like I've been waiting forever for her." He beamed happily.
Now that he'd released her from his teeth, Alyssa slid off his lap on to unsteady legs and felt her head spin. Blindly fastening her jeans, she let her current situation sink into her mind. She couldn't tell which force was dominant in her system – her panic or her anger. Running a shaky hand over the impression of his teeth on the back of her neck - she chose anger.
"You son of a bitch!" She balled up her right fist and threw an uppercut that sent Roman sailing over the other side of the table on to the floor. "I can't believe you treated me like a misbehaving pup! Fuck, you have a hard jaw!" She shook out her hand; her anger quickly fleeing her body with the pain. "I can't breathe in here. I need to get out." Her panic set in and she began to hyperventilate, stumbling across the small office while attempting to draw a breath. "Let me out!" She backed into a corner; looking like a caged animal.
"Ms McMahon, try to calm down and take slow, deep breaths." Chris put up his hands in a gesture of surrender when the woman threw out an arm, warding him off. "Roman!" He shouted at the Samoan when he saw her eyes begin to flutter.
Roman rose to his feet; a hand wiping the blood from his busted lip while he instinctively rushed to his distressed mate.
"St-stay a-way from meeee." Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body crumpled; giving in to the low CO2 levels in her system.
Roman's arms swept her up before she dropped two inches, lifting her up and cradling her to his chest. "Is she okay?" He asked the doctor, never taking his eyes off of her face.
"Do I have your permission to check her pulse?" Chris asked the man; who seemed too absorbed in his mate to care that another man; even if he was a Beta, was about to touch her. The big man nodded his head before he moved forward and took her vitals, moving slowly to not startle him. "Her pulse is a little high but dropping back into normal parameters now that she's unconscious. She needs to stay calm and rest. Try not to upset her, Rome."
"I'll take care of her. Will you get the door?" Roman asked without taking his eyes off of his woman. "Thanks, Chris." He said in passing on the way out. "Dean, will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, brother."
"Get my mate's things from Shane and bring them to our locker room." He didn't wait for a response. He just carried his mate down the hall, away from her family. She was his now, after all.
"I hope you're good at making him see reason, Ambrose." Paul arched a brow at Dean before heading in the opposite direction to his office. He had to tell Steph about all of this and make some calls to forewarn the NXT kids. He knew two that would not take this news well.
A/N: This one is new and I'm writing steady on it but I don't plan to update until I wrap up Ambrosed. I just wanted to get one chapter posted to see what kind of reception/reviews it got.
Next chapter: The curious case of Dean Ambrose – or – how Dean bonds with Alyssa and becomes a voice of reason to the Samoan Thor.