Alright people, here is the promised Alpha/Omega Coco AU ?

Warning! This will have graphic violence, attempted rape, and major character deaths. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, then please don't read it.

For those who have decided to continue on, please read, review and enjoy ?

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"If it wasn't for my family."

"Ai, ai. ai muchacho!" the mariachi man groaned, "I asked for a shoe shine, not your life story."

Miguel winced at the annoyed tone in the betas voice, quickly getting back to work, "Sorry! Sorry! It's just that… I can't talk about this with anyone else except Mama Coco… and she doesn't really respond anymore."

"Look…" the mariachi leaned forwards, "… you're an Alpha, right kid? You should walk right up to your family and demand the respect you deserve! Demand that you be allowed to do whatever you want, including playing music!"

"I-I can't do that! Abuelita Elena is the head Alpha, and what she says, goes!"

"Ah!" The beta waved his hand in dismissal, "When I was a kid, Alpha's your age were battling to be Head Alpha every other day! That was the way of the world! Don't like what the Head Alpha says, try and remove them from power!"

Sensing that Miguel was still holding back, the mariachi leaned forwards and rose an eyebrow, "Unless you're scared? Unless you're not a musician after all?"

"I-I-I don't know!" Miguel whined, "I mean, I only really play for myself!"

"Pah! Did De la Cruz become the world's greatest musician by hiding his sweet, sweet skills? NO! He walked out onto that plaza and he played out loud!" He then gestured towards the band-stand, "Mira! Mira! They're setting up for tonight! The music competition for Día de Muertos…. If you wanna be like your hero, you should sign up!"

Miguel hesitated for a brief moment, before shaking his head. "No way, my family would freak!"

"Look, if you're too scared, then have fun making shoes!"

At Miguel's crestfallen look, the beta softened his tone, mindful of the fact that he was speaking to a child. "Look, what did De la Cruz always say?"

"Seize your moment?"

There was a brief pause as the mariachi glanced at his own guitar, before slowly handing it over. "Show me what you got muchacho. I'll be your first audience."

Miguel stared at the guitar in amazement, glancing between it and the Mariachi. Spurred on by the encouraging look the older beta gave him, he raised his hand to play the first chord.

"MIGUEL!"

Miguel yelped at the familiar Alpha growl, quickly handing the guitar back to the mariachi and spinning around, wincing at the sight of his Grandmother storming towards him.

"Abuelita!"

"What are you doing here?!"

"Ummm, I-I- "Miguel knew he was panicking, trying to shove everything into his work bag before she could get any closer.

But it was too late.

With almost a feral growl, Abuelita Elena removed her sandal and struck the beta Mariachi across the face in one swift movement, "You leave my grandson alone!"

At the Alpha command, the beta shrank back, trying to appear smaller than what he actually was. "I-I was just getting a shoe shine!" He then yelped as Elena shoved the sandal against his nose, increasing the pressure ever so slightly until he was sure that his nose would simply shatter.

"I know your type mariachi!" she snarled, before turning her attention to Miguel, her tone changing instantly, "What did he say to you?"

"H-he was just showing me his guitar!"

The rest of the family who had followed their Alpha onto the plaza, all gasped in shock, with one of his uncles shaking his head in dismay. "Shame on you!" he shouted at the mariachi man.

The statement only seemed to infuriate Elena further, "My grandson, mi pequeño alfa, he wants no part of your music mariachi!"

Before Elena could strike him again, the beta scrambled backward, falling to the ground and racing away as fast as he could.

"Mi pequeño alfa!" Elena cooed, putting her sandal back on and turning to Miguel, pulling him into a chest smothering hug, "¡Me vas a dar un pequeño ataque al corazón! You know better than to be here in this place!" Her tone then changed again, "You will come home at once!"

As she stormed away, closely followed by the other family members, Miguel found himself hesitating, thinking about what the mariachi man had said.

Would things really change if he challenged his Abuelita?

Ripping a poster from the nearby noticeboard, he raced to catch up with his family… just in time for a lecture.

"How many times have we told you not to go to that plaza!" His uncle growled, "It's crawling with mariachis!"

"I know Tio Berto."

Suddenly, Dante came rushing out of a nearby alleyway, jumping up at Miguel eagerly as the twelve-year-old tried to shoo him away.

"Hey!" Elena removed her sandal once again, striking out at the Xoloitzcuintli, chasing him into another alleyway.

"It's just Dante!"

Throwing her sandal at the dog, smirking at the yelp Dante let out, Elena turned back to her grandson. "Never name street dogs! They'll follow you forever…. Now go get my shoe."

…..

"I found your son in the mariachi plaza!" Elena announced as she 'gently' encouraged Miguel to sit down, directing the statement at Miguel's beta father.

"Ah! Miguel!" Enrique threw his hands into the air in exasperation, preparing himself to give his son the scolding of a lifetime, before his heavily pregnant wife interrupted.

"You know how Abuelita Elena feels about the plaza…" she scolded softly, feeling a twinge of sympathy for her son. She had married into a family who hated music… she had once been exactly like Miguel.

"I was just shining shoes!" Miguel immediately protested, wincing as his Tio called out "A musicians' shoes!" behind him and the entire family gasped in shock.

"The plaza is where the foot traffic is!"

His Papa frowned at him, "If Abuelita says no more plaza, then no more plaza!"

"But what about tonight?!"

"… What's tonight?"

Miguel winced at his Abuelo Franco's question, knowing that he had said too much and turned to his mother, knowing that she would be slightly more sympathetic. "Well… there's this talent show, and I was thinking I might…"

"… sign up?" finished his mother, a fond smile on her face.

"Well… maybe?"

Rosa giggled at this, "You have to have talent to enter into a talent show!"

"Yeah!" agreed her brother, Abel, "What are you going to do, shine shoes?"

Before Miguel could whip out a cutting and witty reply (and he had one planned… mostly), his Abuelita walked up behind him and gripped his shoulder. "It's Dia de Los Muertos, no-one's going anywhere!" She shoved a bouquet of marigolds into his arms and frowned, "It is a time for family! Ofrenda room, vámonos!"

Miguel groaned, knowing what was in store as she dragged him out of the store and into the courtyard, only letting go of him to push her mother into the ofrenda room.

"Don't give me that look…" she scolded, "… Dia de Los Muertos is the one time of the year, where our ancestors can come and visit us. We put their photos on the ofrenda so that their spirits can cross over…. That is very important. If we don't put them up, then they can't come."

Much like every other time he'd been given this lecture, his thoughts turned to the torn photo at the top of the ofrenda, the face of his omega great, great grandfather missing from the memories of almost everyone… except for Mama Coco and even that was a bit shaky.

"We made all this food, set out all the things that they loved in life Nieto. All this work to bring the family together…. So, I don't want you sneaking off to who knows where… and where do you think you're going?!"

Halfway through the second part of the lecture, Miguel had tried to sneak out… silly really, his Abuelita had ears like a hawk.

"I-I thought we were done?"

"Oh, Dios mío!" she stormed over and grabbed his arm, dragging him back towards the ofrenda, "Being a part of this family, means being here for this family! You will be the family Alpha after I'm gone, which means you must stay here and lead this family! I don't want to see you end up like- "

"- Mama Coco's Papa?"

Elena slammed her hand on the ofrenda and glared at him, "Never mention that man! He's better off forgotten!"

"But you're the one who- "Miguel stopped in his tracks, taking a deep breath, "- what if we don't know the whole story? What if something happened to him when he was touring with his music? What if he was attacked and left for dead? What if it wasn't his fau-"

"- ENOUGH!"

Miguel startled back at her anger.

"If he was attacked, then it was his fault anyway!"

"Abuelita Elena!"

"Omegas shouldn't go anywhere without their Alphas! It is disrespectful. It is amoral! No good omega would leave their Alpha, especially not with a child! Omegas stay with Alphas and that is that!"

Miguel knew he was shaking his head frantically. "You can't say that!" he begged, "You don't know what Mama Coco's Papa was- "

"- Papa?"

The pair quickly turned to Mama Coco in the corner, who had opened her eyes and was desperately looking around, "Is my Papa finally home?"

"No Mama…" Elena sighed sadly, "… you're a little confused again."

Shaking her head slowly, the cloud in Mama Coco's head started to fade and she smiled at her daughter and great-grandson. "I'm sorry dear…" she sighed, turning her attention to Miguel and winking, "… It's a good thing I've still got my looks, hmmm Miguel?"

Miguel smiled sadly, "Yes Mama Coco, you are still muy hermoso."

"Rest Mama…" Abuelita Elena murmured gently, pulling the blanket further up in order to keep her mother warm, "… Miguel, I'm only hard on you because I care…. Miguel?"

But Miguel was already gone.