Author's notes and ratings: Hello! First off I should probably mention that I promised my best friend I would not write this...so sorry Remi. But I have really been loving the a/b/o dynamics fics and not only have I enjoyed some T'Cherik ones lately, I realized there weren't any with Nakia and Okoye as mates and since I ship them harder than anything at the moment, I couldn't resist.

Also this is my first time writing a/b/o, so if it sucks, then I'm sorry.

As for ratings, a majority of the chapters are rated T. But there is going to be some chapters that are going to have M themes (Mostly smut). I will put a warning at the beginning of those chapters. But without further ado, this guilty pleasure of mine that I was not supposed to write but did it anyway...

There was a steady beeping in the room. An agitating, steady beeping that the Omega knew indicated that he was alive. He breathed in deeply. The air had a disinfected, aseptic scent, like any hospital he had ever been in. Though he tried to stay out of those as much as possible unless he had to pick up his suppressants.

But why the hell was he alive?

His eyelids felt as heavy as a ton of vibranium as they flickered open, and he looked around at all the chrome and sanitary white of the room. He was definitely in a hospital, no-doubt still in Wakanda, since no other place that he knew of had such advanced technology offered to the public.

Gingerly, he reached a hand up to his chest, brows furrowing when there wasn't an ache at his touch. When he looked down to where the blade had pierced him, but there was not even a scar other than those he had given himself for his kills. These bastards healed him!

Pure rage boiled in his blood and as fast as lightning, he sits up, yanking wires from off of his skin and causing a shrill alarm to sound throughout the room. "Fuck," he hissed, looking around for someplace to escape before any damned doctors could come in to restrain him.

Too late.

He heard someone shouting in the hallway and expected a fight when suddenly the doors were bursting open and T'Challa, donning the Panther Habit, came into the room. But instead of forcing his cousin back in the bed or dragging him to the prison, his helmet dissolved back into the teeth of his necklace and he regarded him with a level expression. "N'Jadaka," he said. "Welcome back to the living. We were beginning to become worried when my sister could not wake you after three days of being unconscious."

Welcome back to the living? Was this clown serious? "This ain't the ocean," Erik said, arms folded against his bare chest, anger behind his dark eyes. "Didn't I tell ya to bury me in the ocean? Why'd you revive my ass?"

The Alpha sighed, running a hand over his sponge-curls. "Because I did not want to make the same mistakes as my father, you deserve—"

"I ain't out for your pity!" He snapped, interrupting him. "Or t'be locked in some cell for the rest of my life!"

T'Challa could not say he wasn't expecting some sort or resentment after his cousin woke up. "Who said anything about imprisonment?" He questioned. His calmness just seemed to infuriate the unbound omega more. "The Tribal Council decided that you were not to be arrested because your actions were performed under your reign. So now that you are healed, you are a free man."

The Omega was not convinced and continued to glare at the king. He could smell the power of an Alpha radiating off of his cousin, but he was unfazed. He had grown up surrounded by powerful alphas, and yet he, an Omega, had risen to the top, disguising himself with suppressants and refusing to submit. "What's in it for you?"

"Nothing, other than perhaps giving you a chance at a life that my father denied you. I know that what the world took from you is great, but I am trying to make this right to the best of my abilities, N'Jadaka, it is your choice on rather or not you accept it."

"Call me that one more time an' I'll strangle you right here!" He despised his birth name because it represented everything that the world took from him. Everything that his goddamn uncle took from him the moment he abandoned him. And now this joke of a king thinks he can just make everything right? No fucking way.

There was a moment of silence between the two cousins, in which Erik seethed, eyes narrowed while T'Challa contemplated what to say next. Finally, it was the former who spoke, still glaring. "If I ain't goin' to jail, what'll I be doin'?"

"That is up to you, N'J—Erik," he caught himself. "You could finish out your father's War Dog mission and then began one of your own, or you could begin your own path."

Erik huffed. "Fine, but I ain't promisin' that I'm gonna stop hatin' you and your family."

It had been nearly a week since the battle against Killmonger, and equally that long since Okoye has spoken to her husband. Correction; soon-to-be ex-husband. She already had the paperwork finished, and now she just waiting for W'Kabi to sign it and then she could send it in to have the divorce finalized.

But it was not easy for the General. She loved her country more than anything, and if W'Kabi would rather let Wakanda rot just to support a king who brought justice to his parent's death, she could not stand for that. Though with it came the betrayed feelings towards the Beta man. She always prided herself as a strong, indestructible alpha female, but now she felt like something was broken, which only made her more aggressive.

Currently, she was in one of the best gyms in Birnin Zana, letting out her frustrations on the punching bag. Her fists sunk into the material of said bag at a swift, dangerous speed. With every skilled punch, she let out a grunt that sounded more like a war cry at times, startling a few beta females nearby.

She had a tendency to intimidate or downright scare others, mostly beta and omegas when she trained. This was the reason why she preferred using her home gym, but for the time being W'Kabi was residing in their home while she stayed in Nakia's apartment, so that was not an option. But once the divorce was finalized she'd have the chance to get all of her equipment and move it to a place of her own.

Two hours later, she was chugging down a sports drink and made her way through the busy streets of the Golden City to the apartment she was staying in. She would be forever grateful towards Nakia for helping her out and giving her a place to stay, even if they were both receiving judgmental and even scornful looks from many who knew about the living arrangements.

It was frowned upon in the society to have an Alpha living with an unbound Omega. But despite their identification, the two had been nothing but friends since day one. Nakia was always there when Okoye needed someone to vent to or the rare time where she needed comforting; sometimes even more than W'Kabi had been there for her. And in return, she was always ready to provide aid to her dearest friend when she went up against any alphas creeps. But she was not her Omega, nor was she Nakia's Alpha.

They were simply friends.

But that was soon about to change.

She rode the elevator up to the top floor and once she arrived at the front door, she turned the knob; only to find it locked. Odd, Nakia almost always left the door unlocked during the day so that the housekeeper could get in. After unlocking the door with the key she had been given, she immediately smelled a difference in the air and immediately understood why the door had been locked.

It was not a different Omega or even an Alpha that she was smelling. She could tell it was still Nakia, but her scent had changed; became stronger. And even without her Alpha instincts, she knew that that meant.

Nakia was in heat.