Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you

Crave You. by Flight Facilities

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS AN ALPHA / OMEGA FIC! IF THAT IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. THERE WILL BE ALPHA / OMEGA DYNAMICS & SUBJECTS PRESENT ( NESTING, HEAT CYCLES, KNOTTING/CLAIMING) AND YES.. BARON IS A WEREWOLF IN THIS. SO IS THE OFC. I TRIED MY BEST TO WRITE THIS AS TRUE TO WHAT LITTLE I KNOW ABOUT !OMEGAVERSE AS POSSIBLE. HOPEFULLY, IT WORKED.

Aight, so.. Second chapter was interesting to write. I vaguely remember a loooot of hair pulling. When there's little to nothing on heat cycles on the internet but a few mentions here and there, you sort of have to wing it and that's what I wound up doing here. Savannah is on her heat cycle. And being an unclaimed Omega, well.. It brings the unmated Alphas out of the woodwork? And yeah... I just hope to God I actually kind of described the process of a heat cycle even a little accurate?

Forgive me if I did not.


Her scent drew him here and he stood, clutching his beer in a vise grip as his eyes followed her every single move. Right now, she was playing darts with Becky and a few of the other girls, laughing loudly, making jokes and talking shit. Baron knew he wasn't the only one fully aware of her and one quick look at the bar a few feet away revealed Dolph Ziggler doing the same thing he was doing. This prompted a growl to slip from Baron's lips and he mumbled to himself, "Not gonna happen, Ziggles. Not gonna fucking happen." as he started towards the bar.

It was time someone addressed the elephant in the room between the two men and Baron figured that the sooner the spaghetti haired moron realized what he was dealing with at last, the better off he'd be. Because destroying him in the ring was really starting to get old and like it or not, when Ziggler sent HIS chosen mate an expensive necklace, he'd deliberately been adding fuel to the fire that was his hatred for the guy.

And Baron wasn't stupid, he knew Dolph knew exactly what he was doing when he'd done it. The cocky bastard had been smug about it all night, he'd made no secret that he sent Savannah the shooting star necklace and why he'd done it.

Baron overheard him telling AJ Styles all about it earlier at the arena.

He tapped Dolph's shoulder and when he turned around, Dolph smirked. "Just making sure Savannah isn't bothered by anybody. I was actually going to come and talk to you, Baron.. Tell you to stay the fuck away."

"Funny, Ziggler.. you are hilarious man. Do you really think that this will end with you getting her? And that using her to get in my head, man.. It's only gonna blow up in your face in the end." Baron was standing toe to toe with Dolph now.

"You really think so, Corbin? I mean from the sound of things earlier at the arena, she pretty much hates you now. That's too bad, Corbin… Better luck next time maybe?" Dolph smirked and took a sip of the beer in his own hand and his eyes settled back on Savannah, still standing at the dartboard in the back of the bar, still seemingly totally oblivious to the two men at the bar just because she'd drawn them there.

"Her mark isn't like yours." Baron made the remark offhandedly, the smirk on his face a smug one as he sipped the beer in his hands. Ziggler wasn't the Alpha she was meant for and the fact that he was trying to attract her, to claim her, it pissed Baron off. … it's your own fucking fault… you should have claimed her… you knew how you felt about her all along but you had to keep pushing her away… had to keep going it alone…

"Yeah, well.. You didn't want her until she went into heat. Or that's how it seems to me." Dolph insisted, an angry expression on his face, tense all over as he stepped closer to the much taller male. "You don't deserve to be her Alpha. Everyone fucking knows it."

"You're not her Alpha and if you keep fucking around, Ziggler, you will not like the outcome." Baron growled, the two were shoving at each other now, barely controlling their more baser and primal sides. If Dean Ambrose and Jack Swagger hadn't seperated the two, Baron was intent on Dolph's death by his own two hands.

"She's mine, Ziggler."

"We'll see, Corbin."


"Ughh, it's so god damn hot in here. Why can't Alphas endure this shit instead of us Omegas, huh?" I fanned myself dramatically as I took another long pull from my bottle. My eyes darted around the bar, I could feel this intense staring from somewhere nearby.. And my keen sense of smell was in overdrive.. I could smell him, he was here.

I was now tense all over, thighs clenched, panties soaked as a result. Becky laughed at my musing and she shrugged as she threw another dart at the board and asked me if I'd found out who left me either of the gifts I'd gotten.

"I wish I had a clue. Personally? I'm not trying to find out, Becks. I mean this is probably all some kind of joke or something." I sighed and I toyed with the black leather braided choker at the top of my neck as I licked my lips. "I wish I knew who gave me this one. But I'm afraid I'm right, it's a joke and that's enough to keep me from actively trying to figure it out.. If Eva didn't send it as an apology, of course." I mumbled it quietly and Becky scoffed. "Yer being serious, aren't ye? Ye really think dat dis is a joke.. Whoever sent ya da necklaces girl.. Dey are kind of markin ye. Yer more curious about da choker den da diamond one? Ah thought ye would be." Becky smiled, giving me a soft giggle as she admitted, "Dat diamond 'ne is somethin anybody could pick up, dere are millions of 'em.. But da one wid da guitar pick, et looks like somebody put a lotta thought into et."

"The shooting star is nice but.. This choker is handmade.. And someone went to the trouble of actually learning things about me beyond the superficial stuff.. I mean yes, I love this shooting star necklace. I love the poem they wrote me.. But this second mystery gift… It just felt like this person knew me better… Or something, look, all of this is pointless because I'm willing to bet my life that this entire thing is some kind of joke.. yes. I am sticking with that. It has to be a joke."

The shouting caught my attention and I gave an annoyed eye roll. I'd been correct, Baron was here at the bar tonight. Becky saw me, I winced at the one shove Dolph managed to give Baron before Dean and Jack dragged the two apart and she nudged me gently, nodding in Baron's direction. "Yer doin da right thing, backin off 'im."

"Then why the hell does it feel so fucking wrong?" I wondered aloud as I watched the fight be broken up before it became intense and found myself wondering what even started it.. I mean I knew they hated each other but nobody seems to really know why.

My fingers trailed slowly over the rough braided leather choker around my neck and I bit my lip as I tried to ponder out what the hell was going on and why the hell I even cared. Beyond the ring, I didn't talk to Baron anymore, because that's what he practically shouted at me that he wanted. Ziggler, while a handsome guy, he was just…

He was smooth; he was a little too smooth, actually. He reminded me of a politician or a perpetual liar. Neither of those things were desired traits I looked for in a man… And he wasn't what I'd originally had my heart set on, either and I've never really been the girl who settles for less?

They were gone when I looked back up and I shrugged it off and got back into the dart game. Or I did my best to just forget him anyway.

Spoiler alert, it wasn't an easy task and I gave up trying around midnight when I was back in my own hotel room, lying on my bed and burning up; feverish all over while racy images of him and me; of us.. They raced through my mind and I couldn't stop them.

Nor did I really want to.

What I wanted, more than anything, was Baron.

I wanted him to want me.