A/N: This is the second half of what was originally supposed to be part of chapter three.
This is also a warning for unwanted touching and some sexual assault. If you are uncomfortable and this triggers you, please avoid the last to the ending of the chapter. It's nothing extreme, but I wanted to offer a warning as I don't know what triggers people these days. So I want to play it safe and place a warning.
Other than that, enjoy.
After three days of enduring the most tension building experience of his first rut, Adrien was finally glad to have the experience officially over.
To say he wasn't appreciative of the amount of care that his parents gave him would be a lie. He greatly appreciated all the work and effort that his parents, Nathalie, and Arthur did for him. It was because of them that his first rut went off well enough to have survived it. Though that issue with feeling relief became an issue, it was miracle that he managed to receive it after many failed trails within the first two days.
However, even though things went as smooth as they could have gone, only one thing still penetrated his mind.
THOSE. DAMN. MARINETTE PHOTOS.
Even after a day Adrien couldn't get those images out of his mind. Those legs, that body, that sexy gleam in her eyes. He wanted to know how they convinced Marinette to partake in doing those photos in the first place.
Did she want to take those photos?
Did she want to do those photos because she wanted him to see a side of her?
She had to have love him enough if she agreed to doing the photos, right? The thoughts continued to swim through his head as he continued to replay the entire magazine images. Gods, he'd do anything to have the chance to see Marinette in those outfits in person. Then another thought came to play. 'How the hell am I going to face Marinette in a fews hours?!'
That simple thought halted him dead in his tracks. In just a few hours, Marinette and all his other friends and fellow co-workers would be arriving to the mansion for his eighteenth birthday bash.
Other than your typical sweet sixteen birthday, your eighteenth birthday was the greatest moment to experience. It was the marking of your maturity, the beginnings of reaching your full presentation stage. The time where you can officially marry and live with your mate. A huge milestone in a person's life.
A moment that Adrien knew his parents were extremely proud of and excited to see their son begin the new chapter in his life. And one that he gets to share with his closests friends, aside from others due to his current employment. The best part about this large gathering is the change to spend it with his wonderful omega.
Looking around his bedroom, Adrien notices some disorganized messes scattered around the large space. His movie collection thrown about with movie cases scattered lazedly about along the tv stand and shelves, his bed undone from being transported to the heat room during his rut, and clothes scattered along the floor. Noticing the mess, Adrien hums in thought as he thinks and considers that he shouldn't have thrown his clothes lazedly in the room and actually walked to his dirty clothes hamper.
Seeing the mess put a small hint of red on his cheeks at the embarrassment of his own unorganized self. That alone pushed further thoughts about others seeing his room like this. One in particular. 'What if Marinette wanted to come up here?!'
What if he and Marinette wanted to kiss?
Adrien slapped a hand over his eyes, groaning at the thought. Could you blame the young man? The thought of Marinette and him sharing a kiss was wonderful. If he had to wish for one thing to come true for his eighteenth birthday, it would have to be the chance to have his first kiss with his beautiful omega, Marinette. Call him crazy, but nothing would be more perfect than that.
And if that moment were to arise, knowing Marinette as well as he did, she would want a nice, quiet place to share a loving moment.
Sliding his hand down his face, Adrien glanced around his again and calculated. There was still five hours before his party and his parents, along with the staff of the house, were busy decorating and handling all the catering. Plenty of time to clean his room and reorganize.
He had a lady to impress. That gave him at least three hours to make sure his room was clean and at least two hours to get ready and prepare for his party. He's got this. He can totally do this.
Peeking glances around his room he knows he's got his work cut out for him. The things he does for his lady.
Across a few arrondissements, at the Tom and Sabine boulangerie, Marinette is sitting along her chaise with discarded fabrics, scissors, assortments of beads and other fabric decorative items scattered around her. Assortments along her chaise and scattered on her bedroom floor, it was clear that Marinette was in her prime and space of fashion. And she had a goal of finishing her last minute design for a special occasion.
Since the past three days after Adrien's unfortunate, unexpected approaching rut cycle, Marinette planned a special outfit for her alpha. A tingle circulated through her body at the thought of calling Adrien her alpha. Though it was fairly new of her to take such action, something inside of her was convinced that if Adrien was going to refer her as his omega, then why not refer him as her alpha. And if she were being completely honest with herself, it felt magnificent calling Adrien hers.
After being asked to participate in a private photoshoot to model and dress in Agreste clothing for Adrien's benefit, Mme. Agreste offered Marinette a shirt design that was to be released in their next catalog. She was ecstatic to say the least when she was gifted with this item, but it offered Marinette design inspiration to create a full outfit with the new shirt given to her. And once she received a text from the Agreste about Adrien's party being held Saturday, it offered Marinette a perfect opportunity to show off and impress her alpha.
With Adrien's party being today, she couldn't wait to prepare and dress in the outfit she had been planning since receiving the text. And even though she and Adrien never planned on showing much affection other than the typical cuddling and contact of touch, a big part of her was feeling that he wanted a little more just like her.
Ever since he kissed her, well, on the corner of her lips and cheek, she's never wanted anything more than to fully kiss the young man fully on the lips. With it being Adrien's eighteenth birthday today, a large part of her wants to give him a special gift of giving them their first kiss. And if she truly thought about it, Alya and Nino were right. Her and Adrien shouldn't wait and rely until they were both eighteen and rely on the destined mate. If they were able to be happy without even knowing now, then they'll still be happy even after knowing.
Hopefully, those photoshoot images was enough to give Adrien the hint that she was there for him whether she was in person or not.
Stitching the last glitter disc shape piece the the lining of her red stain jean shorts, Marinette finally completed her outfit for Adrien's birthday bash. With two hours to spare it was time for her to get ready and dressed for the party.
Standing from her chaise, Marinette gathered all the mess of scattered fabric supplies and cleaned up. Placing leftover fabric and other small pieces from being cut into her basket of fabrics, organizing accordingly so the leftover cut strips of fabric didn't mix with the unused fabrics. Securing all her sewing utensils into her sewing box, Marinette set her finished product on her chaise.
Heading to the closet, Marinette retrieved her new shirt gifted to her by Mme. Agreste and brought it to her chaise to set beside her red jean shorts. Bending down, she reached under her chaise and grabbed her black converse shoes to wear with the outfit. Satisfied, Marinette grabbed a towel and headed to her bathroom to get ready for Adrien's birthday.
Stepping out of her bathroom forty minutes later, wrapped in a fluff pink towel, she strolls to one of her drawers and picks out a lovely black lace bra and panties. Sure she thinks it might be unnecessary, it always felt pleasant to feel sexy. That, and she wants to use it as a confidence builder when she arrives at the party and interact with her awaited alpha.
Dropping the towel, Marinette put on her black lace bra and panties; feeling the comfort of the lce and soft fabric hug her body. Strolling back towards her chaise, Marinette reached for the red shorts and pulled them along her legs and secured the button closed. Glancing in her mirror, she smiled at the glimmer and reflective surface of the red bedding shining from the light of the window and room lamp. Turning back to her chaise, she reached for her new shirt and threw over her head and slid her arms through the sleeves and spun back around to look in the mirror.
Her smile grew as she looked at the outfit. The shirt gifted to her was a light grey hue in color that ran from her sleeves and down towards the bottom hem of her shirt, though gradually fading in gradients along the way down. In the front of her shirt, a light sepia, mixed with gradients of red and pink, was an image of the Eiffel Tower stood near the left side with some Parisian buildings running across the other side, the Champs Elysees taking place in the background behind some of the buildings. In the bottom right corner was a small image of red heeled, styled shoes and a pair or pink rings. The center of the shirt with perfect cursive text that said Paris, France. Finished with black and white zebra patterns blended towards the bottom to the end of the shirt.
In all, the shirt and shorts fit perfectly against the curves of her body. She couldn't feel more proud of her comforting attire. And she couldn't wait for Adrien to see her show up and admire the design. Even though the shirt wasn't hers, the rest was created by her and designed to match along the Agreste original.
Turning to look at her cat, Tikki, lying in one of her cat hammy, the blue-eyed calico watched in comfort as her owner prepared for her mate's party.
"What do you think, Tikki? Does it look good to you?" Marinette asked her calico.
Lifting her head, Tikki gave a pleasant and agreeable response, a smile running along her muzzle; tail swaying side to side in happiness and content.
Moving away from the stand alone mirror, Marinette heads to her vanity and reaches for her hairbrush to begin styling her hair. Looking into the smaller mirror of her vanity, she gazes at her raven hair and decides on a hairstyle. Her hair grown out through the previous years, passing a little further from her shoulder, almost reaching mid shoulder blade.
Brushing her hair straight, Marinette grabs the top half of her hair and ties it up in a small ponytail. The tail end resting and nearly blending with the lower half of her hair. Grabbing her flat iron, Marinette curled the ends of her hair until they flipped up, the different layers flipping in different lengths to offer volume. Then finally, she styled her bangs to one side, using hairspray to hold everything together.
Applying a light touch of blush, soft rose eyeshadow, and clear glitter lip gloss, Marinette was finished and ready for Adrien's party.
Heading back to her chaise, Marinette placed a pair of grey socks and her black converse shoes on. Tying the laces, Marinette jumped up, giving a twirl in excitement, and headed to her desk to retrieve her gift for Adrien. Giving Tikki a pet goodbye, she headed downstairs and down to the bakery where her parents were finishing the last touches of Adrien's birthday cake.
Once the decision was announced that Adrien's birthday bash was scheduled for today, Gabriel and Monique called Tom and Sabine about making a five layered cake for Adrien. The Dupain-Cheng's happily accepted, agreeing to make other treats for other party goers. Besides, Tom and Sabine would take any opportunity to make something for their future son-in-law. It was pretty clear to both set of parents that their children were bonded to the end.
Finished with the cake, Marinette helped her parents with the pastry, holding the large box as her parents picked up the five layered beast and set in carefully inside the box. Securing it closed and tapping the ends shut, Sabine and Tom removed their aprons, both already dressed in nicer clothing for the party. Hanging up the aprons, the family of three locked up the bakery and exited through the back of the bakery's kitchen the family's car, a silver Peugeot. Placing the cake in the back of the trunk of their car, all three enter the car and drive off towards the Agreste home.
Back at the Agreste Mansion.
Adrien was standing in front of his large bathroom mirror, finishing the last minute touches before heading down to his party. Grooming his hair and styling it in his familiar, but the sides combed back more, and his bangs flipped and flowing closer. Shaving and trimming his jaw line, leaving a small stubble of blond facial hair. Though it's not thick and still early in the growth process, Adrien couldn't help but leave the new development of his growth. If he's lucky, maybe Marinette would find it attractive.
Shaved, hair styled to his liking; Adrien takes a few steps back to get a better look of himself in the mirror. Standing tall, Adrien wore a green t-shirt, similar to the color of his eyes, with three gold stripes running across his chest. A thin black jacket over top his shirt with neon green trimming and interior, smokey grey fitted jeans, and green converse with his parent's logo on the sides. And finally, Marinette's lucky charm bracelet on his left wrist.
Hearing the doorbell of the mansion ring, all the guest begin arriving signaling Adrien to head down stairs. Grabbing his phone from his desk, he places the phone in his back jean pocket and turns to his bed where Plagg is lying and staring at him. Adrien stares back at the cat with a warning glare.
Pointing a finger at his cat, "Don't get into anything, Plagg."
Plagg raises a brow, questioning the boy before laying his head down on the bed. A huff escaping the cat as he flicks his tail.
Adrien closes the door and mutters, "Damn cat."
Heading down the hallways and main stairway, Adrien comes into view of the entire entry way and side rooms where classmates and fellow models from his job begin crowding and filing in. Reaching the bottom of the steps, Adrien begins greeting everyone who's arrived.
All greeting Adrien in return, Kim gives a playful punch into his shoulder, giving him a side hug afterwards.
Max coming up next to pat Adrien on shoulder, wishing him a happy birthday. It was still weird seeing Max at the same height as him, but was a great change when playing basketball with the others at school.
Alix came forward next, giving Adrien a quick hug, wishing him happy birthday, before giving a more forceful, playful punch to his shoulder, opposite of the one Kim punched.
Following the three came Juleka and Rose, both giving Adrien a hug with Rose becoming all gidding. Nathanael and Chloe following after, offering him birthday wishes and congratulating him for reaching his alpha maturity. Thanking them, the couple head off towards the food catering table for refreshments.
Ivan and Mylene following close behind after a few minutes, giving their greetings and heading off to refreshments table.
With others trickling in, Adrien moves aside and begins roaming around for his closest friends when he hears a familiar voice.
"Hey, bro!"
Turning around, Adrien catches Nino and Alya approaching the blond with smiles. Entering a three group hug, Nino is beaming when he looks around at all the decorations, foods, and refreshments set up.
"Damn, Adrien, you're parents went all out from this party. It's insane what you all have set up. Even the DJ they hired to play in the small hall over there is actually good." Altering his features, Nino gives Adrien a glare, a playful gleam flowing within, "Though I'm hurt you didn't ask your best friend to DJ for you. My heart crumbled when I saw that a DJ was hired instead of me."
Chuckling, Adrien pats his friends shoulder, "My apologies, Nino. You know if I had any say in this, I would have most definitely hired you as the DJ. Unfortunately, my parents planned this all during my previous situation of being housed and spending majority of my time in the heat room. Though I will admit my parents did a pretty good job with this."
"I'd have to agree with you sunshine." Alya spoke up, "This is probably the most lively party of yours you've had. But I won't mark it against you since you're parents planned this one."
"Thanks, Alya." Adrien returned. "Did Marinette arrive with you two?"
He hadn't seen his love anywhere amongst the crowd in the rooms. He would have thought his lady would have arrived by now. He wanted to be near her and hold her.
Adrien lets out a frustrated whimper, Alya and Nino laughing at his behavior.
"Calm down, lover boy. Mari should be here shortly. Be patient, Adrien." Alya said as she tried to calm the blond.
Releasing a sigh, Adrien looks at Alya, "I'm sorry. I just haven't seen her in...three days? I just feel like I have Mari withdrawal."
The sound of whooping and clapping began echoing through the first floor of the mansion as Adrien, Alya, and Nino walked towards the entryway to see the commotion taking place. Reaching the entryway, all three peaked their heads up and watched as Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng entered through the front doors holding a large box. His mother and father walked forward and guided them towards a circular table standing in the middle of the foyer, right in front of the main stairway. No doubt his parents placed it there moments ago.
Walking towards the table, Tom and Sabine carefully placed the large box on the round table. Cutting the edges of the box where the tape resided, the couple pulled apart the sides of the box to reveal the five layered birthday cake. All the party goers were in awe at the intriquent and carefully crafted design of the cake. Adrien himself was blown away at the cake, still amazed by the steady hands of the bakers. People took out there phones to take photos of the intriquent cake.
"Do you like it, minou? They worked really hard on it."
Hearing the familiar voice from behind, Adrien spun around and came face to face with the love of his life. However, he wasn't prepared for the gorgeousness that is his lady in the breathtaking spunky attire that she wore. The shirt being recognized from his parents next line and her red shorts hugging her hips and lower thighs wonderfully. But what caught his breath was the way her hair was styled. Beautifully framed around her face, and curled at the ends, the little amount of makeup breaking out her features further.
The entire image of Marinette standing before him brought back those distracting, enchanting, lovely photoshoot pictures.
OH. FUCK.
Gods, his omega was going to kill him.
Her giggling broke Adrien out of his hormone induced brain to find her smiling up at him, her cheeks tinted in a soft pink. Wait. Did she know what he was just imagining?!
"Do you like it?" Marinette asked, taking a hand and flattening her shirt. "I specifically designed this around the shirt." She looks up and moves closer to Adrien, resting her left hand on his chest. The heat of her touch could be felt through his clothing and it felt wonderful. "I wanted to make sure I impressed my alpha."
Adrien's green eyes bugged out a bit. Was he hearing things correctly? Did his omega just call him hers?!
Taking everything in, he watches Marinette slightly lean back, biting her lip in that adorable fashion that always drew him in and glancing towards her lips. Witnessing her saying he was her alpha ignited a spark of desire, possession, and relief. All the stress he built on himself had finally dissipate. A long waited breath leaving Adrien.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Adrien pulls Marinette towards him until she was flat against his chest. Eliciting a giggle from Marinette, she leans against him without hesitation and rests her head against her alpha's chest. Neither of them thought they'd break away from waiting til they were both eighteen to wait to grow more physical. But, if they were being true to themselves, they were thrilled to have broken that promise.
Both desired the closer physical contact. Whether it was for instinctual purposes or relationship purposes, Adrien and Marinette would gladly take the new bond as is. And to think, all it took to push the contact and relationship (one they will have to talk about) further was an unexpected early presentation cycle and the self confidence of a photoshoot for a mate.
"Your alpha, huh?" Adrien asked, looking down at Marinette.
Pushing her head up, leaning her chin in his chest, she gazed at Adrien, looking into those gorgeous emerald green eyes of his and simply smiled warmly back at him. "I figured since you keep referring me as your omega, I should return the favor and begin referring you as my alpha. I thought it only be fitting that we called each other ours."
Suddenly feeling sheepish, she asks, "Is that alright with you, Adrien? I didn't stop to consider to ask your feelings on this."
Adrien's heart burst further with affection for this amazing young woman in his arms. She didn't have to worry about him feeling anything against this new development into their new bond, this new, dare he say it, relationship. He's waited for so long to claim her as his own and he's not gonna risk losing her now.
"I've waited four years to call you mine." Returning the smile, "As long as you'll have me as your alpha."
Standing on her toes, Marinette leans up to rest her forehead against Adrien's, him leaning down to accommodate the height difference.
"Yes." Marinette replied.
Leaning away from from Adrien, Marinette unwrapped herself from his arms and handed him her gift for his birthday. "Happy birthday, minou."
Taking the gift from her hands, Adrien pulled the ribbon wrapped around the decorative box, tossing the ribbon to the nearest side of the room, and opened the lid. What he saw inside pulled him into awe and warmth to burst into his chest yet again. He recalls all the gifts his parents had ever given him through his entire childhood growing up, but he couldn't recall the last time he ever received a handmade gift.
People may question how he would know this gift was handmade, but if there was anything he knew about Marinette, and he knew a lot, was that she always created handmade gifts. So when he saw two handmade knitted scarfs in the box, he was breathless. Even without touching them, Adrien could see how comfortably soft the fabric was and no doubt how warm they would be upon wearing them.
Slipping the top of the lid underneath the bottom of the box, Adrien reached in to pull one of the scarfs out, rubbing his thumb along the fabric and knitted patterns, completely admiring the craftsmanship and dedication stitched into this gift. It felt incredibly soft to the touch, almost like he was running his fingers against silk. The creativity in this family never cease to amaze him.
"These are incredible, Mari." Marinette watched the sincerity in his eyes as they gleamed in adoration. And Adrien indeed was worshipping these scarfs. A Marinette original. "Thank you."
"Your welcome. I wasn't sure about colors at first, but I thought blue would look rather charming on you, especially with your eyes during certain seasons or whenever it got cold. I also thought green would look gorgeous on you as well, since it would really go along with your eyes. So I decided to do both to save trouble. Figured you could wear whichever you preferred or whichever goes along with a certain outfit of yours."
Wrapping his arms around Marinette again, Adrien draws her in and nuzzles his head against hers, leaning to to leave a kiss against her temple. A small tingle shooting throughout both their bodies from the contact.
"Alright everyone! Let's get this party in motion!" Shouted Mme. Agreste.
Finding Nathalie, Adrien asked her to place Marinette's gift up in his bedroom for safe keeping. He didn't want to risk losing her gift amongst the others or risk someone stealing them.
Thanking Nathalie, Adrien reached for Marinette's hand and walked her across the foyer to the other side of the house, opposite of the food and refreshments side. Making their way to the right side of the house, Adrien and Marinette arrived to the dance room.
Others were already dancing amongst each other, stepping to the bass of the beat from the music. The DJ dancing at his spot near the mixing soundboard as lights danced and glowed along with the bands being played. The current song featuring Adrien and Marinette's favorite, Jagged Stone.
Stepping onto the dance floor, Adrien positioned Marinette in front of him, both facing each other as they begin dancing and swinging to the music. The beat moving their bodies as everyone attempts to match the tempo.
Grasping Marinette's hand, Adrien twirls her around and spins her away and pulls her back in. Both falling in sync with each other and matching step for step. Following and repeating the same motions and movements.
As rock and pop instrumentals blend to a slow musical beat for the first slow dance, Adrien and Marinette moved in sync, as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, his wrapped around her waist. Pulling her closer, Marinette rest her head against his chest a second time today. The current moment being shared between them becoming one of their favorite memories. Yes, they've danced previously in the past, but to them, this is the first time officially bonded and within the realms of a relationship.
For Adrien this day couldn't get any better.
As the slow song switched to a more upbeat song, Adrien and Marinette leaned back from each other. Small streams a sweat beginning to gather along their foreheads from the heat encased in the room from the amount of bodies scattered along the dance floor.
"Would you like a drink, my lady?"
"Yes, please."
Agreeing on a refreshment, Marinette informed Adrien that she'll step aside by the wall on the right side of the dance floor. Waiting for his return with the drinks. Nodding, Adrien exits the dance area and heads to the other side of the foyer to retrieve their beverages.
For Marinette, she found an empty space along the right wall of the dance floor, gazing out to the floor and watching others continue dancing amongst the music.
Following some of the dancers, she managed to find Alya and Nino amongst the other dance goers. Dancing and swinging freely with one another as the duo swerved along the other dancers like professional dancers; in complete flow and in sync like water running through various rocks along a stream.
Watching her two friends dance gave her happiness. She was happy for those two as they were always in sync. The two of them always there for the other, always supporting one another and their dreams. She couldn't wait herself to finally begin a life with her bonded mate. To have the happiness as a whole from both halves like Alya and Nino do, as well as Chloe and Nathanael.
Caught in her own thoughts of the hopeful future for her and Adrien, Marinette failed to sense the unpleasant presence of another body standing beside her.
The pheromones and energy growing heavy, it was enough to snap Marinette out of her reverie and twist her head over her shoulder to greet the other person standing beside her.
Standing beside her stood another young man, though based on the physical features, she was able to pick that this guest was older, if anything him at least two years older than Adrien. Though, she did not recognize this young man. Nothing about him offered a sense of recognition.
Marinette will acknowledge and agree that this young man was indeed attractive, pleasant features along his face. Light brown hair, styled with strands slightly spiked but with softness rather than hardness, probably held by a medium textured hair paste. Eyes coated with hazel, almost like honey itself was trapped within when striked by the right angle of light.
His physical body presenting muscular in every way. Nicely toned chest, small ab details seen from his smokey grey muscle shirt, arms built to perfect that common jock appearance. Overall, this young man screamed alpha.
Even with everything about this young man appeared attractive and perfect, nothing stood out more than the overall aura of this alpha that made Marinette feel uncomfortable and on defense.
Maybe it was due to her bond with Adrien and her complete devotion to him, but her instincts never strayed her the wrong way when an un-tameness sort of energy approaches and swerves around her.
Marinette watches as the man leans against the wall on his side, leaning in closely towards her.
"Hello, beautiful." The stranger introduced, a slight hungry growl mixed within.
The simple greeting set alarms ranging within Marinette's body. All sense of discomfort flowing around her as her instincts send brain signals to move away from this alpha. To leave this spot and search for the safety of her alpha.
As Marinette attempted to lean away from the wall and walk around the alpha, she was halted in her steps as the alpha stood in front of her and leaned into her space, his arms falling along her sides against the wall, trapping her in a small cage. Her omega senses increasing with the threat of this presence in front of her.
"Let me go." Marinette demanded, a small snarl escaping as she glared into the young man's eyes.
"Come now. Why the rush. Don't you want an alpha to be claimed by." The alpha lent further until he was face to face with Marinette. "I can give you all that your heart desires. I can even make it a wild ride and fun in the bedroom."
The grin that he gave was nothing but predatorial. Nothing came good from an alpha who bared an aura like the one he's giving. And that grin all but sent shivers down her body, and the young man took that reaction in a completely different way.
As the alpha did seconds ago, he moved closer, until he pushed himself against her body. Her's stuck between his and the wall, nowhere to move or go.
The last thing she expected was his head leaning against the space of her neck, the touch his nose running along the structure of her neck. Her body electrifying from the discomfort and assault. It was all wrong; everything about this man and his actions against her was assault and she wouldn't stand by this.
Throwing all the strength she possessed as her current omega form, she shoved the alpha's arms away and shoved the man's face away from her neck. However, her actions were for naught, as the alpha grasped her wrist and slammed them against the wall, pinning her body between his and the wall.
He snarled at Marinette, anger and amusement seeping off the alpha. Looking up, she could see the alpha's eyes bare gold, canines elongated as he bared his teeth at her. His grip tightened around her wrist. All she could do was snarl back, her own canines elongating, her eyes shifting to a light white-silver.
"My, my, we have ourselves a fighter." He chuckled as he gave Marinette's wrist a squeeze. Pain beginning to tingle along her skin. "I'll make sure to break you from that. Can't have that running through your mind and body. I need you as the submissive type."
He moved her arms above her head, freeing one of his hands. Taking the free hand, he ran his fingers along the bare skin of her legs. The unwanted touch sending wrongness throughout her body. He wasn't meant to touch her. She wasn't his to touch, he wasn't meant anything when it came to her body. The only person who had the right and privilege to touch her body was her alpha. Her Adrien. And she'd be damn that anyone else touch her.
"Get your hands off me!" Marinette snarled out. Her shouts falling short from the overbearing music overhead. She knew her strength wasn't an equal match against him. She wasn't in her maturity stage yet, but damn it she wished above anything that she hit her maturity age. That way it would have been an even playing field. But until then, she was vulnerable to him.
"I'll release you once I claim you."
"I've already been claimed asshole."
The alpha jackass had the audacity to laugh in her face.
"Even if you were, my dear. The markless skin of your neck says otherwise. And as long as an omega has a bareless, markless neck, she's all fair game. And you're too gorgeous to escape."
Her eyes widened when the facts displayed in her head. He was one of those alphas. He was one of those that felt privileged; felt that he could enforce any being below an alpha rank. This asshole where amongst the few who believed an omega is free for all as long as they bared markless on the neck, be damned if they had a destined or current relationship. If they desired an omega they had their sights on, and they were unclaimed, they were up for bid in their eyes.
To them, omegas where nothing but to cater to the alpha needs. Anything from catering their food, cleaning, and any sexual cravings and activities that the alpha desired. In their eyes, an omega was nothing but to please and cater to their every whim.
Unfortunately, some unlucky souls of an omega or even a beta who captures the radar of one of these alphas, are broken until they become the submissive partner.
She was not going to end up like those broken souls, not while she has a chance or say about it.
"Don't worry, I'll make it quick." His grin displayed his canines as she shut her eyes, praying for any miracle as she felt him lean closer.
But as soon as she felt him lean towards her, the weight and grip on her wrist vanished. A breeze brushing against her, a loud bang echoed throughout the entire dance room causing her eyes to snap open.
And standing in front of her was the miracle she dearly hoped for.
Entering the other side of the of the foyer, Adrien walked towards the refreshment table and grabbed two plastic cups. Waiting patiently, he filled the two cups with ice from the ice bowl and filled the cups with fruit juice mix.
Weaving around the other party goers, dodging some of the large groups and fellow Agreste employees, Adrien crossed the foyer and re-entered the dance floor, glancing over to the far side of the wall for Marinette, only to come face to face with an unpleasant site.
Standing before him, across the wall, Adrien watched as young man, an alpha based off his pose structure, pressed himself against his omega, his princess. And worse, he saw the disgrace of a man and alpha as he touched her without her consent. He dared touch her against her will.
Seeing the alpha raise his lady's arms above her head, taking his free hand and running along her bare legs set Adrien off. If there was one thing to piss him off more, it was another alpha, an unwanted one, touching his omega. Anger and rage began running though his body, his green eyes switching to a fiery gold as he glared at the alpha.
When the alpha grinned at Marinette and bared his teeth, leaning towards her to mark her, everything inside Adrien snapped. Instincts taking over as his canines elongated, dropping the drinks, and running to his omega's aid.
Running at top speed, Adrien reached the two in a few strides. Gripping at the alpha's shirt, Adrien honed all his alpha strength and flung him off Marinette, throwing the alpha across a few feet into one of the sound systems. The dance room falling into complete silence as all the guests halt in their movement and snap their attention towards the ruckus taking place near the entrance of the room.
For some of the party goers, manly friends of the two in the midst of the ruckus, all eyes were on the three. Alya, Nino, Chloe and Nathanael being one of the top few who were stunned and startled at what was taking place before them. Though out of the four, Chloe and Nathanael were able to figure out what was occuring based on the aura and mood taking hold amongst Adrien, Marinette, and the other alpha.
With all eyes on Adrien and the other alpha, none of the surroundings Adrien paid attention too. His focus was purely on the alpha in front of him. An alpha he had the displeasure of working with at his parents company.
Markus Blanceux. A fellow model at Agreste company. A fellow model and alpha with a disrespectful behavior and attitude amongst his fellow peers.
"Agreste." Markus snarled, "She's mine."
A growl escapes through Adrien's clenched teeth as he launched himself at Markus, slamming him against the marble flooring as both alphas began brawling against one another.
Both males snarling, each letting out a loud roar of rage. Tumbling and throwing each other across the space of the room that was given to them from the other guests. None wanting to speak up, fearing to intervene whatsoever.
The audience gathered stood speechless and in awe as they watch two alphas battle against each other. Amazed by the strength from Adrien as he landed fist after fist into Markus's jaw and nose. A loud snap and a pained growl coming from Markus, his nose broken from one of Adrien's punches.
However, Adrien hadn't escaped any injury either. Markus managed to land a few punches at Adrien's face, landing the Agreste's jaw, nose, and eye. Resulting the Areste model with a busted lip and bloody nose.
Falling on his back, Adrien blocks another punch from Markus when he uses his feet to kick the alpha back, launching him against the marble flooring.
Before Markus could attack again, strong, bulk arms encased the young man as he turns to find the Agreste's bodyguard holding him back. A glare engraving into the model. From behind, Gabriel, Monique, along with Tom and Sabine come from behind. Hearing the noise and chaos coming from the room, the parents rushed in with the bodyguard rushing into duty.
Approaching the teens, Gabriel looks upon the situation and shoots a glare at Markus. Very familiar with the model from his and his wife's company.
"Remove this man from my home. Keep him outside as I would like a word with him." Gabriel demanded, his alpha voice seething through as he watched, with pride and pleasure, that Markus wilted at his employer's glare.
Turning back at Adrien, he saw the blood from his busted lip and nose. "Are you alright, Adrien?"
"I'll be fine..for now anyways." Came Adrien's reply.
Lips thinning, Gabriel turned to Marinette, her body still stunned from the event. A inkling of a feeling of what occurred based on the scene.
"Marinette, will take Adrien up to his room and treat his wounds, please." Gabriel asked.
Without any hesitation, Marinette removed herself from the wall and rushed to Adrien's side. Helping him up to his feet as she walked beside him and headed up the main stairway towards his bedroom. Leaving the guests in silence from what occured, they're friends worried about Adrien and Marinette.
Once the two were out of sight, Gabriel and Monique requested the music continue and the guest mingle until Adrien and Marinette were able to return.
Up in Adrien's room, Marinette set him on his bed as she ran into his bathroom to retrieve his first aid kit. Knowing where exactly the box was, Marinette returned with the kit in hand.
Sitting beside Adrien, Marinette handed the blond a cloth to hold against his nose, while she removed a disinfectant wipe and began wiping away the blood around his cut lip.
Feeling the comforting silence, Adrien placed his left hand on Marinette's knee, rubbing his thumb in circular motions along the joint. The touch from Adrien felt soothing and welcomed for Marinette. The contact from him felt safe and protected.
"Thank you, Adrien." Adrien turned his head to look at his lady, her movements to cleaning his lip stopping as she returned his gaze. "Thank you for saving me."
Adrien gave her a smile full of warmth, "I will always be there for you, Mari. I will never let anyone harm you as long as I live." He reaches for her left hand and brings it forwards towards his lips, leaving a kiss against her knuckles.
Both chest warming from the contact, Marinette leans forwards, removing her hand from his grip and places it along his cheek; her body leaning in as she presses her lips against his, igniting their first kiss. Adrien lent into the touch. Wrapping an arm around Marinette as he embraced her against his body.
Breaking the kiss, they rest their foreheads against each other, both gazing lovely into each other's eyes.
"Happy birthday, Adrien. I love you." She said as her lips brushed against his.
"I love you too, my lady." Adrien returns before capturing her lips for a second kiss.
