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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"Well, you're cursed."

The entire Rivera family gasped in shock as Miguel shook his head in disbelief. "What?!"

"Día de los Muertos is a night to give to the dead, but you stole from the dead!"

"I wasn't stealing the guitar! I- "

"- guitar?!" Mama Imelda interrupted, anger in her voice, "What- "

"- It was my great, great grandfather's! He would have wanted me to have it! Even over Ernesto de la Cruz!"

"No! No! No!" Imelda growled, "We do not speak of that… musician! He is no longer a part of this family!"

"Oh, come on!" Miguel rolled his eyes, "No-one in this family even knows the real story behind him not coming back!"

"He left his family to be with another Alpha!"

"So why didn't he come back with Ernesto!" Miguel argued, "Why didn't no-one ever know about him?! And have you ever wondered why he left in the first place?!"

"He wanted to be a musician, play for the world, rather than being a true omega!"

"Probably because life with you, was completely unbearable!"

The entire Rivera family gasped in shock, with Imelda looking like she'd just been slapped as Miguel continued.

"I mean, we had an entire class on omega rights and I know that omegas couldn't ask for a divorce back then. They were viewed as the weaker sex, who clearly didn't know what they wanted, so even if their home life was crap, they had to grin and bear it!" Miguel knew he was starting to shout, but he needed to get his point across, "Maybe being left off the ofrenda and being seen as a bad omega was the better option!"

Silence.

Nobody seemed to know what to do.

"ACHOOOOO!"

Everyone jumped at the sudden sneeze, turning to the clerk, who was glaring at Dante, "Who's alebrije is this?"

Pulling Dante away from the clerk's food, Miguel frowned, "That's just Dante."

"He sure doesn't look like an alebrije." His Tia Rosita mused.

Tio Oscar and Tio Felipe nodded in agreement.

"He looks like an ordinary dog…"

"… or a sausage that was dropped in a barber's shop."

"Whatever he is, I am ACHOOOO! Terribly allergic." The clerk adjusted the glasses on his nose as he glared at Dante.

"But… Dante doesn't have any fur."

"And I have no nose… yet here we are. ACHOOOOO!"

"That still doesn't explain why I couldn't cross over!"

Miguel winced as he heard Mama Imelda pacing angrily behind him. "Ah…." Slowly, he pulled Mama Imelda's photo out of his pocket, "…. Sorry Mama Imelda."

In a second, she was in his face, practically pinning him to the clerk's desk. "YOU TOOK MY PHOTO OFF OF THE OFRENDA?!"

"It was an accident! It's not like I did it on purpose!"

Imelda ignored him, turning her attention to the clerk. "How do we get him back?!"

Clearly petrified, the clerk nervously adjusted his glasses. "W-well, since it's a family matter… the only way to end a family curse, is to get your family's blessing."

Miguel frowned, remembering the outcome of the fight he'd had with the Head Alpha… the fight that left him as the loser. "What if… what if you're not technically a member of the family?"

"What?!" Almost everyone exclaimed at the same time, with Tia Rosita rushing forwards. "What do you mean Miguel?"

"I-I challenged the Head Alpha! I lost, and I know what happens after that! I don't get to be in the family!"

Silence.

"Ah…" The clerk shook his head, "… well, the only way to see if you're still a member of the Rivera family is to give this a try. If not, we'll need to find another method before sunrise."

"W-what happens after sunrise?"

"Miguel!" Papa Julio suddenly cried out from behind him, "Your hand!"

Slowly, Miguel raised his hands to his face… and noticed that his left index finger was now half-bone…. It was all too much for him.

The darkness rushed in, and he fell backwards in a dead faint.

"Miguel!" Bony arms quickly supported him, pushing him back into a seated position as Papa Julio shook him roughly, "Can't have you fainting on us now nino!"

The shaking cleared some of the fog from his mind, and Miguel quickly straightened back up, flushing slightly in embarrassment.

Alphas were meant to be strong…. Not faint like a swooning omega in those old romance films.

As Papa Julio gazed at him in concern, the clerk had gotten out from behind his desk and was scanning the floor for something.

"Ah!" he gave Tia Rosita an apologetic smile, "May I just have one of these marigold petals?"

"Oh… Of course!"

He grabbed the petal and held it up, quickly handing it over to Mama Imelda, as she was the Head Alpha in the room. "Now, if this doesn't light up, then you've been expelled from the family…" the clerk explained, "… but let's not think about that."

Turning his attention to Imelda, the clerk started instructing her on what to do. "Now, just look at the living and say his name…."

Imelda took a breath, anger still on her face. "Miguel."

"… Nailed it. Now say, I give you my blessing…."

"I give you my blessing."

The marigold petal started to glow brightly, and the clerk clapped his hands in excitement. "Excellent, that means that your living family still consider you one of them, which makes this whole situation easier to fix!"

Miguel couldn't help but sigh in relief, a small smile appearing on his face as Mama Imelda continued.

"I give you my blessing, to go home… to put my photo back on the ofrenda… and to never play music again!"

Miguel took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief. "WHAT?!" He turned to the clerk, "She can't do that!"

The Clerk winced, "Well… technically, she can add any condition that she wants."

"… Fine."

Mama Imelda looked immediately smug as the clerk gave her the last instruction, "Now, you hand the petal to Miguel."

Taking the petal, a cloud of marigold petals swirled around him, and in a flash, he found himself back in Ernesto de la Cruz's tomb. He patted himself and sighed in relief, noticing that his finger was back to normal.

Rushing to the window, he grinned at the sight outside…. Not a skeleton in sight.

Everything was back to normal…. And his Great Great Grandfather's guitar had been placed back onto the wall.

"Mariachi plaza, here I come!" Miguel quietly whooped in glee, climbing back onto the tomb and grabbing the guitar, quickly making a run for it… only to run straight into the clerk's desk.

Quickly, he spun around and smiled sheepishly at his deceased family… who immediately figured out what had happened.

"Two seconds, and you already break your promise!" Mama Imelda snarled angrily, charging forwards as Miguel tried to back away.

"This isn't fair!" Miguel growled, pushing past the Alpha, "It's my fair, you've already had yours!"

Picking another marigold petal up off the ground, Miguel headed for the rest of his family. "Papa Julio, I ask for your blessing!"

Papa Julio shrank back, shielding his face from view, refusing to take the petal in the face of Imelda's anger.

"Tia Rosita?"

Nope.

"Oscar?" Nope, "Felipe?" Nope.

"Tia Victoria."

Nope.

"Don't make this hard nino…" he heard Mama Imelda sigh wearily behind him, "… you go home my way, or no way."

"You really hate music that much?!" Miguel snarled at her, "You're willing to have me trapped here, just because of your paranoia?!"

"I will not let you go down the same path that he did!"

At that statement, Miguel paused, turning away from the other Alpha and pulling the photo out of his pocket, gently running his fingers over the guitar. "… the same path he did…. He's family."

"Listen to Mama Imelda." Tia Victoria tried to reassure him.

"She's only looking out for you!" Tio Oscar.

"Be reasonable!" Tia Rosita.

Miguel couldn't listen to this anymore… he wasn't going to be under Mama Imelda's thumb like these lot. "L-lo siento…" he stammered, thinking quickly about how he was going to get away, "… I-I need to use the restroom! Be right back!"

Giving them a sheepish look, he made his way out of the door… and then made a run for it, completely missing how the clerk muttered, "Should we tell him there's no restrooms in the Land of the Dead?"

Racing down the stairs, he dived into a small alcove, grabbing Dante so that the dog wouldn't give away their position. Glancing up, he spotted his family already trying to find him… and the door was so far away.

Pulling his hood over his head and tightening it, Miguel causally strode towards the doors, muttering to himself as the announcement for a "missing living boy" came over the loudspeaker.

"If I want to be a musician, I need a musicians' blessing…. Great great grandfather knew Ernesto… so there's a chance that he's with De La Cruz right now."

Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. "Hold on muchacho…" ordered a male officer, leaning in and yelping when he realised that Miguel was still living, hands fumbling for his radio, "…. I found him! I found the living boy!"

Unfortunately, as he was eagerly reporting his position, a crow of people walked past, separating the pair and shielding Miguel from view.

He ran for it.

Hiding behind a wall, Miguel watched as the officer moved away, speaking quickly into his radio, probably calling back-up or something. However, before he could head back to the doors, Dante suddenly bolted, heading straight for the open door that led into another sub-section of the building.

"Dante!" Miguel hissed angrily, rushing after him before grabbing a hold of him and pulling the dog close, "Don't run away like that."

"Are you seriously going to give him a room again?"

Glancing over the edge of a small dividing wall, peering through the window there, Miguel spotted the confused skeleton from earlier being helped into a chair, with one officer handing him a glass of water.

"Unless I can get a hold of his guardian, then yes, I'm giving him a room here." The male officer seemed tired with the subject matter, having clearly argued about this before, "It's just for one night, and then we'll have enough people to give me the chance to take him home."

"…. You know what the older men say?"

"I know…" the man sighed, "… but I don't believe he was… I don't believe he was one of those omegas. He has a mating bite, someone must have loved him once upon a time."

At the mention of the mating bite, the omega's hand went up to press on it. It was just a glowing mouth mark on his collarbone, but it clearly meant a lot to him, judging by the small smile on his face.

"You've got his file out again."

The male officer nodded, "I had to have another look at it…. He came to the Land of the Dead with a badly cracked skull, stab marks on his ribs and a spotty memory, there's no way it was an accident!" He then glanced back at the man, "There's evidence he had a child, he's got a mating bite on his collarbone… I can't help but feel like it was a case of domestic abuse."

"His Alpha killed him… and then wiped all traces of his Omega from his life?"

"It would explain the condition he showed up in… someone who died peacefully wouldn't have had all those wounds."

"… And it explains why he's never had a photo on the ofrenda." The other officer was clearly starting to follow the line of thinking, "…. You mentioned that he was better when he first came to the Land of the Dead."

"Yeah… his memory was spotty, and he had trouble remembering the important details…. But he talked, he was never like this."

"So… what changed."

"It was about 1942 or 1943, something like that. One day, he was chattering eagerly to anyone who would listen, and the next his cracked skull turned into a broken skull and he was like this."

"… A broken skull?"

The male officer got to his feet and gestured for the other to follow him, gently lifting up the omega's hair, to reveal that a piece of the man's skull was actually no longer there, with Miguel almost giving his position away as he gasped lowly in shock.

"I don't know who did it…" the male officer muttered, "… but someone didn't want this man possibly remembering anything and stole a part of him. It's one of the worst crimes in the history of the Land of the Dead."

Before the other officer could respond, there was an announcement over the speakers.

"ALL OFFICERS REPORT TO THE DEPARTMENT OF FAMILY REUNIONS. A LIVING CHILD IS MISSING, ALL OFFICERS REPORT TO THE DEPARTMENT OF FAMILY REUNIONS IMMEDIATELY."

Gently encouraging the omega to lie down on an empty cell bed, the door left open, the two officers rushed off, completely missing Miguel as they went.

"This is going to be more difficult than what I thought Dante…" Miguel muttered, sighing wearily as he waited for a few moments, waiting for the coast to definitely clear, before moving to stand up.

And then he realised that the omega was standing right in front of him, staring down at him in curiosity.