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This wasn't going well, Murphy was legitimately pissed off. Feeling a sort of irony in the roles being reversed he only hopes that the others outside get to him on time. Murphy was expressionless, and the aftermath of the torture from the grounders was still prominent on the boy's pale skin. He wrapped his binds tight and if his fingers were hurting from the lack of barely there fingernails then the teen paid it no mind. With Murphy so close he figured there was something he could do, but put any plan on pause when he noticed that the younger seemed to not be breathing. He was taking short shallow breaths and looked to have some internal debate. Suspiciously, Bellamy sought to taunt the teen over his capture and his time away from camp when a spiced aroma hit his nose. With a deep breath he took in the surrounding air from Murphy and startled from the reaction it caused him.

Narrowing on the aroma, Bellamy took a good whiff of Murphey's cinnamon, leather smell and it was as if all his senses zeroed in on it. He couldn't help but bask in it, it brought back memories of reading to Octavia in the privacy of their room; dead silent with a small light and a leather bound book open between them. Losing himself slightly to nostalgia, he allowed himself this small moment of peace, the first he's gotten since landing on the ground. The Alpha in him breaks him out of it when the stench of panicking Omega reaches his nose and he automatically tenses.

Murphy had put as much distance from him as he could and looked to be trying hard to keep from breathing in his scent. He knew that the Omega was affected by him, and his instincts were going haywire wanting to go comfort the distressed youth. He tested the bonds and found them to of course be well done; he himself had taught Murphy to make them their first week on the ground. Still that smell was upsetting and was pushing his inner Alpha to continue testing their hold. While he kept tugging on the restrains he didn't even notice he was letting out noises from the depth of his chest that sounded awfully like growls, which in turn seemed to drive Murphy even further against the wall, eyes jumping around the room try to find a way out.

Bellamy could feel the bonds give away a bit and forced out even more strength. His pheromones were mixing with the Omegas and his Alpha brain wished to sink his face on that pale neck and rub those glands raw. He wanted to scent every section of skin he could get his hands and mouth on, and leave marks deep enough to keep others away. He wants the Omega to get closer, release him so he can do just that. More importantly he needs to get rid of the smell of anxiety and comfort his omega to get that look away from his face.

He noticed Murphy's dilated eyes, knowing his were just as bad, and felt a hint of unease when the younger kept eyeing the dynamite.

Murphy was in full fight or flight mode and knew that he wouldn't win a fight with the older Blake, and figured that backup would eventually arrive so fleeing was his best bet. Edging against the wall to keep from getting too close to the agitated Alpha, grabbed the explosives and set them off.

Bellamy fought harder against his restraints following a deep primal instinct to keep his Omega from escaping. His growls mixed with "don't do it Murphy" and "untie me" were shouted but ignored when the wall was blasted and Murphy, finally breathing in fresh air, hightailed it toward the woods.

Both scents subdued but left the Alpha at a loss. Feeling numb he went over what he had discovered when he was finally "rescued."

'Murphy is an Omega- and he's mine.' He stared at nothing and recalled the look of absolute horror on Murphy's face when Bellamy's scent reached his nose. Bellamy felt a stabbing pain deep in his chest at that. Murphy, who he swore he would kill if he stepped foot on the camp again is an Omega, is his Omega, and absolutely hates him and had a look of undeniable fear that he rather run toward grounder territory than be near his presence.

He batted away Clark's concerns over his current state and walked outside to see if he could still trace the scent of leather in the air. Finds himself disappointed that the scent led downwind away from the direction Murphy went struggles to recollect his thoughts. He had been with omegas before, their smell had always been pleasant, like it is toward every Alpha, had even helped a few through their heats when he came down to the ground. None had ever made him respond with so much as Murphy's. This wasn't just a compatible smell, not an aroma that made him experience a high in the moment- no that scent made him feel something, and brought out a memory he had forgotten he had. An immense sentiment of home kept flashing through his mind and a sense of peace he hadn't felt since Octavia and him were wrapped away in their room away from prying eyes.

This wasn't supposed to happen, it just couldn't. Out of every possible scenario to meet his possible mate, how did it end up being the one person he had kept close and then gave up for dead.

For weeks he seethed over Charlotte's death and blamed Murphy, feeling an intense rage whenever it came up. It wasn't until he overheard Clark talking to Well's grave that he let up a bit of his anger. As fucked up as the girls suicide was, she did have her own actions to answer for; and had seen even level headed Clark get tightlipped when Charlotte was mentioned.

Then of course there was his own actions. Murphy may have been- is a little shit, but he was a dependable one with the right motivation. Honestly with how he knows the boy now, it does seem strange that he had followed him in the beginning in the first place. As small as it was, the younger man had put some trust in the older Blake and was left hanging- literally. He recalls the bit of fear that Murphy had when they tied the noose around his neck; but the expression after was worse- acceptance. He had had a look that said 'of course, what did I expect' and for a moment ceased his struggles. The Charlotte had confessed and Flint timed him down.

Looking back, would Murphy have snapped as he did if he had said something, anything but just letting everyone hang him. He rubbed his temple and let out a sigh, now it's coming back to bite him in the ass. His Alpha was howling knowing that they distanced their Omega, he honestly has no clue what to do.

Murphy was off the camp again, running into the forest; only this time he actually cares if the other lives. With a soft 'shit' he rejoins the 100 and locks his thoughts of the omega away for now; pondering over it isn't doing any good.