Chapter 2:

"If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty - our loss greater." -Unknown.

Alfred idly sipped at his coffee and munched on his doughnut, a bored expression on his face. Nothing would happen today, just like all of the other days. He would go to school, be ignored, mope and then promptly return home to mope some more. The blond sighed to himself as he propped his chin on his hand as he looked around.

Suddenly, the most delicious, mouth watering, and intoxicating scent wafted through his nostrils. Alfred inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut as it filled his nose and his body. Whose scent was this? God, it was amazing.

He casually looked around, his eyes finally connecting with a tall, hulking platinum blond haired male. His entire being spoke pure Alpha, from his challenging, amethyst eyes to his domineering aura. Alfred frowned, but loved his scent all the same; he turned around and went back to eating his breakfast.

He would not let this one Alpha try and fail to win his attention just like all the others. The American did everything he could to not turn around and look at the Alpha with the addicting scent.

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As their eyes met for a brief moment, Ivan fisted his hand under the table as he thanked the waitress who brought him his coffee with a brief glance. Ivan was curious - why was an Omega sitting by himself and sulking. Something in his Alpha nature urged him to go check on the blond―to see if he was feeling okay.

The only worry he had was how long he could hold his restraint before he dragged that Omega back to his home and knotted him for the rest of the week!

He took a closer look and his eyes widened a bit as the Omega looked away; that was Alfred F. Jones, the 17 year old Omega without an Alpha. Now Ivan was worried that other Alphas would smell that intoxicating and knee-weakening scent of his and try to take the precious blonde from under his grasp. Well, he wouldn't let that happen - not in a million fucking years; Ivan would get to Alfred first and no one would stop him from getting what he wanted.

Ivan picked up his coffee and raspberry scone and walked over to where Alfred sat, internally flexing his muscles to show restraint. The Russian Alpha sat down across from the Omega and he said with his accent showing through, unknowing that his scent was rolling off him in waves, "Fredka," and he looked the other over subconsciously before meeting his eyes once more. "Why are you out here? You're about to go into heat."

Alfred visibly tensed as that scent got closer and closer; no, no, no—suddenly, the hulking man was sitting right across from him. Upon further inspection, he realized it was Ivan Braginsky, the Russian that had Omegas panting after him like bitches in heat, yet he refused all of them. The American scowled at the Russian across from him, and set down his coffee cup hard enough to make the liquid slosh over the rim.

"What the hell do you want? I was perfectly fine over here by myself. And I don't need you checking up on me. I've been doing this for two, three years now. No one wants me, so I don't see why I can't do as I please."

The blond hated that Ivan had come closer. Why? His scent was everywhere, it seemed. In his nose, clinging to his clothes, almost suffocating him in a pleasant way—he didn't like it. The rest of the Omegas and Alphas could smell it too, but they didn't respond as he did. Alfred's nostrils flared, and he fought off the instinct to offer himself up—no, he would not bend over so easily after years of being alone.

"Then it will always be unsafe for me, until I get too old to reproduce. It seems I'm too hot to handle for the Alphas," Alfred spoke, his gaze sharp and solid as he looked the Russian in the eyes. "They won't take the time to try and break me. And trust me, I don't break for anyone. Not even you." Alfred glared at Ivan, as if he was trying to pierce him through with the sharpness of his gaze.

Ivan's lips curled into a slight one of amusement at Alfred's statement with his scent still unconsciously rolling off of him. He responded, still smiling slightly in amusement, "Ptichka, you are merely a free spirited and hard willed Omega that hasn't found the right Alpha that knows how to handle you."

The Russian paused and looked over Alfred over subtly, making sure he fit his criteria. Ivan began speaking again, "Luckily for you, I love the chase and I love your spirit; it says you'll fight even your own Alpha to protect your kids - your body language tells me so."

What.. the... hell? What is this guy playing at?

After years of being alone, he just... offers to take him in? Alfred wasn't buying it.

"No, I haven't," he said primly. "And I don't know if I ever will." With that said, Alfred stood up, throwing down money to pay for his coffee and doughnut. "My body language is nothing of the sort. I'm glad you think you can chase me—even seasoned Alphas gave up," He spoke, a cocky smile pulling at his lips as he looked at the other. "So good luck with that. I don't submit easily. Now, I'm going to leave; please do not do anything disturbing and follow me."

The blond turned on his heel and all but barreled out of the shop, frantic to get away from that scent before he went crazy.

Ivan chuckles at the Omega's sentence—watching as he stood up quickly, paid for his breakfast and rushes out after turning on his heel. He finished his coffee slowly, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips - knowing that he got to the other right on the mark and now, it was only a matter of time. The Russian finishes his meal and he pays for his food and he stands, heading out of the cafe and in the direction of the school.

He'd get Alfred one way or another - even if it took him a lifetime.

Ending Notes: Well, another chapter down and many more to go. I hope that you're enjoying the story so far because I know I'm looking forward to providing the smut for you here soon, my lovely readers~

-Lady Usami.