He was fucked. He knew that and it terrified him. Ever since that confused, painful and hazed presenting he knew it. It was a matter of time before they would come marching through that door and take him away. Take him away from everything. From his parents, friends, home, possibly even his country. Even though he knew he only had a small amount of time left before he would never see them again, he never left his room. With his face buried into his pillow, he blocked out the rest of the world. They didn't even bother come to comfort him, everyone knew there was no point. He was going to the Omegan Breeding Association now.
It turned out they didn't come until after his first heat to take him, how considerate.
"Eren Jaeger?" One of the workers asked, her eyes scrutinising him from her position outside of the doorway. She was an Alpha, Eren could smell that much.
"You presented quite late." Her voice was like a drill, monotone and giving Eren a fucking headache. He already knew that. It was one of the reasons he had thought he was a Beta. Well hoped he was. Omegas always had gotten the short end of the stick and in the recent few years it had gotten progressively worse. Omega population had dropped drastically for some apparent reason the public hadn't been made aware of, and the government's brilliant solution was to collect all recent presented Omegas and force breed them. And why would anyone deny them? Omegas had no say anyway and all Alphas were always up for a quick fuck that supposedly "helped" society.
"I'm aware." He snapped, earning a raised eyebrow from the Alpha. He normally wasn't this angry towards Alphas but this situation had him bent over backwards and her stupid ugly face wasn't helping his temper.
"I'm sure you also know about what presenting as an Omega leads to." She added, her eyes dropping down to read that fucking clipboard.
"I'm aware!" Eren yelled, "Stop drawing it out and get it fucking done with already." It felt weird but oddly satisfying to yell at an Alpha. Especially one that was visibly struggling to control herself.
"Then I need you to calmly follow me."
"Then I'm sure my parents won't have a heart attack once they realised I have disappeared into thin air." Her anger seemed to dissipate at the statement and a small smug smile settled on her lips.
"Your parents are the one that set up this appointment, Mr. Jaeger." She replied. Eren felt himself reaching out, about to slam her fucking face into the side of his house's walls and she wouldn't be able to do a fucking thing about it. The laws were on his side for a brief sliver of time. But she turned before his hand could reach that too tight ponytail and he just followed her down the path.
It was a four-hour drive to the Omegan Breeding Association headquarters. A four-hour drive absent of conversation or violence, much to Eren's dismay. He was working up the courage to smack her face into the steering wheel, chuck her body off a bridge and drive into the sunset but they arrived before he could put his plan into action. In his defence, it had taken him quite a while to develop the plan and then what he would do if he accomplished.
"Mr Jaeger I do strongly suggest you act pleasant to the employees or they will use more… unorthodox measures to keep you compliant." She smiled at him as they walked up the vast building that lay in front of him. It reminded him of a hospital and it probably used to be one.
"And I strongly suggest you fuck off." He replied simply, fully aware that she was glaring at him with pure hatred. They wondered into the hallway which, low and behold looked like a hospital. The stark white floors and walls with the overall sanitizer smell greeted Eren as he got pushed down into a seat while the bitch went to talk with the receptionist
A few minutes had climbed to an hour and a fucking half before that Alpha came back to collect Eren and in that time, his anger had multiplied. A string of 'fuck this' and 'fuck you' came pouring out of his mouth before he was satisfied enough to follow the receptionist. Unlike McBitch behind him, the receptionist was a male Beta.
"Nice, kid. I've seen a lot of reactions from Omegas being brought here but never anger. Most are too scared to move a muscle." The Beta stated, not bothering to turn around and face Eren, "You'll bunk with someone and a doctor will come by later once you've settled to do a medical check-up. Necessities are all in your room." They stopped outside a white door and the Beta swiped a card which caused the door to slid open. They began to walk down the hallway which made Eren turn pale. It was a long and wide hallway with heaps of doors lining both walls but with large windows in between them. It what was inside the rooms that really fucked with his mind. Numerous Omegas, some lying in bed, others occupying themselves with the others that were in their room, locked inside those rooms that look exactly like the rest of the building. Pale, white, clean. Most of them supported round bellies. Some further than others but all with the same sullen look in their eyes that made Eren's knees go weak. It was nothing like what he had expected. What was he really expecting, though? Chains, cages, people huddling in corners? Happy, joy and babies surrounding all of them? It was government run, there was supposed to be nothing "torturous" about it but force breeding was never fun. His eyes continued to watch them and they returned his stares, equally interested in his appearance. He had wild and messy brown hair, multiple piercings up the side of his ear and one black eye from when he had gotten into a fight the week before he presented. He hadn't changed his clothes either, thanks to McBitch and he was in his pyjamas; which consisted of sweatpants and a black tee.
The Beta stopped about halfway, in front of a white door with the number 203 engraved into the timber. He knocked on it softly, holding his hand up to Eren, instructing him hot to make a move.
"Armin, you okay?" The Beta asked, his voice smooth like honey. He heard a muffled reply of 'yes' and then the Beta jerked his head out of the room, eyes landing on Eren.
"If you're mean to Armin I will personally euthanise you. He's been through a lot, be nice." With a small shove, Eren was now in the room. A blond pregnant Omega was sitting on one of the beds, his hands resting on his swollen belly. He smiled at Eren.
"Hi, I'm Armin." He said, not making an attempt to move as he watched Eren with his blue eyes, "I would get up to shake your hand but I can't really get up without help." He couldn't have been more than five months, Eren guessed. Instead, Eren walked over to the bed, which reminding him so much of hospital ones, and shook the Omega's hand.
"I'm Eren and I'm new if you couldn't tell." Armin laughed softly but his face suddenly scrunched up and his hands began to rub his belly in gentle circles.
"Sorry. Thought I'd be used to the kicks by now. Guess not." He smiled apologetically at Eren and the angry Omega couldn't help but smile back at him. He was small, he could tell even though he was lying down but couldn't guess his age. Was this his first pregnancy? Was it his last?
"I know I'm not going to be the best roommate for the next few days but clothes are in that closet over there and extra toothbrush and hairbrush in the bathroom," Armin stated. Eren muttered a 'thank you' before he dug through the closet and found himself some decent clothing.
"So am I your first roommate?" Eren asked as he moved to sit crossed legged on his own bed, facing Armin.
"No of course not. I've been here for a few years and they would never leave a pregnant Omega alone. No, my previous one asked for a room change because I was affecting her stress levels. Almost made her miscarry." Armin replied, eyes never leaving his swollen stomach, "Are you newly presented? How old?" Eren averted his eyes, feeling suddenly self-conscious about his presenting age. This Omega looked younger than him, he concluded and was bound to judge him. No one presented as late as he did.
"I presented like a week ago. I'm 22." Eren replied, ignoring the wide stare Armin was giving him, "The chick I was dating was pretty pissed. Dumped me straight away."
"That is quite late but whatever, right? At least you did."
"Yeah, I guess." They stayed in silence for a few minutes before Armin piped up.
"I'm going to have a nap now since the baby kept me up all night. You can join me if you want to. I know how much you're craving human contact right now." Armin offered one of his arms sprawled wide, inviting. Eren felt drawn to this Omega, probably because of his pregnancy hormones that made other Omegas sense him as a mother. All his instincts were screaming at him to be embraced, to please some stupid Omega within him.
"No thank you," Eren smiled softly, watching as the pregnant Omegas shrugged and turned on his side. He wasn't going to be controlled by some stupid instincts. Fuck nature.