I'm Allergic to Onions

Saturday morning shone with a different light for young Molly, the bright colors had returned, the birds sang, butterflies fluttered around flowers and she was able to appreciate again their playful dance.

A weight has being lifted from her shoulders and second chances brightly rose on her near future.

The sweet scent of the bakery situated in the park near her neighborhood temptingly snuck into her nose and she passed by to greet the owner –Lori's oldest friend– to then continue her way home eating a cream cake Cynthia had given her while telling her about how well her sales had been in the recent weeks.

Cynthia was a strong nice woman and one of Lori's fiercest friends, Molly remembered her cooking and tending to her family needs after John's funeral. The darkest days Lori has encountered so far.

And, how to blame her for being depressed after losing her true love, it was hard for her to smile again but time heals and children soothed her pain with naïve cute questions like "Can I be a superhero when I grow up, mommy? I promise I'll be on bed in time after fighting crime" and in little baby steps Lori came back from the shadows brighter than ever.

Molly smile fondly at the memory while savoring the creamy dessert.

Arriving to her one floor house, she felt utterly empowered by her new chances. She craved to spend the weekend with her nephews and Lori and show them a good time in the state fair.

Ethan had been going on and on about the fair and Lili joyfully jumped every time it was mentioned, on her current sad state she had ignored their requests but now with a renewed spark of hope she wished to erase her previous behavior and join their happiness for something as trivial as 'the fair is in town'.

The brunette hurried through the front yard and squatted down on the white porch to hastily search for the keys in her bag; she had planned to make breakfast for the kids and Lori and surprised them with her weekend plans. She diligent searched inside her purse and removed item after item looking until she remembered the side's pockets where she fit them the night before, so as not to lose them in the club. If she ever had made it to the club.

Holding in her hand the half piece of creamy cake precariously, Molly shoved her free hand in the right place and cursed out loud when an intrusive cloud blocked the sun making her task harder.

"Move stupid cloud." She blasted annoyed and to her surprise the intrusive cloud replied.

"How we passed from 'Sir' to 'stupid', I wonder."

I know that stupid accent.

Molly's eyes closed with heaviness at the slap reality provided with such bad timing. Her sublime good humor was replaced and buried under growing anxiety, her frame tensed unable to hold the keys and keeping her hunched position while trying to understand why was he there, unable to recover from her astonishment her demeanor quickly bored him.

"C'mere and gimme some love, cup-cake." The blonde devil, demanded.

Molly felt herself being drawn up from the wrist just to behold in first-hand how the creamy cake was devoured by her personal Satan in one bite.

"Is that the way to welcome your mate after a week? I don't think so…" he smugly replied in between bites. "It was good but I prefer something sweeter."

Pierce licked his lips cleaning the rest of the dessert to then lift her chin and steal a creamy kiss from a stupefied Molly.

Apparently, sweet Molly tasted better with a little whip cream on top.

Due to the difference in heights Molly stood on her tiptoes fighting for steadiness but his possessive hold made her lost her balance and leant precariously against his chest, closeness which he availed to deepen the kiss, nibbling at her lower lip while devouring her mouth.

"Tell me you miss me, Molls."

Donald whispered between kisses, his rough hands trailed down her side and took residence on her small waist –one of his favorite features.

Molly's head grow into a fogged mess at the way his experienced lips brought so many nerve terminals to life. Every little bite and caress created sparks blinding her reason.

Forcing her body to act placed both hands over his chest and did her best to push him away. The little space she was able to gain let her heaved a breath and unwittingly inhale his intoxicating scent. Her head fell back exposing the tender skin of her neck which he eagerly took his time to attacked it. A swift smirk bloomed against her warm skin at his quick victory and he greedily buried his head in the crock of her neck.

His impish lips sucked at the soft skin near her cleavage until Molly heard him sniff against her skin several times and as abrupt as it started, the bliss ended substituted by storm clouds polluting the teasing mood.

His cerulean eyes narrowed and a disturbing idea housed inside his blond head, quickly morphing into gelid disdain when double checking his theory –by pulling her sweater to his nose, he took a brief sniff to corroborate– a grimaced twisted his handsome features as he puffed his chest in disgust.

The bionic merc pulled away enough to eye her with an incredulous once-over before a cruel grace took hold of his stance, sending a warning shiver which crept inside Molly like a virus, raising the hair on her arm.

"You smell different."

Donald claimed, closing the distance and near her face mimicked another round of sniffs. His brow deeply furrowed and scoff crept on his face pretending to be indignant to then shake his head deliberately slow.

Molly wanted the earth to open and swallow her, for her inner omega sensed danger. And she couldn't be in a worse position, caged between his hulking form and the wooden door.

"If I had to guess…I said you smell like another Alpha."

The blond cocked his head down intensifying his gaze on her but Molly couldn't find the courage to meet his stare. Quick as a thunder his mechanic hand launched forward landing right next to her head producing a loud boom against the door which exploded releasing small splinters and leaving his fist carved on the wood, effectively sending the small omega into a panic attack.

Uncared by her hyperventilating chest rising up and down in a worryingly fast way leant impossibly close creating a shadow that engulfed her fidgety form. Molly's loose strands of hair swung synchronized with his flaring nostrils.

"But, I'm sure I must be wrong cause you aren't that stupid, are ya?" his glared intensified, controlled anger peeking out of his blue orbs. It was like having a bull seeing red and setting to run over the source. Molly felt trapped and most of all, terrified.

Why did this have to happen so close to her dear ones?! She was endangering them with each puff that filled his lungs with rage.

Think fast Molly, fix it. He will not hesitate to hurt children…he never has.

His mouth set in a thin line and his meaty hand embroiled around her fragile neck. Things were going from bad to worse…if she had to describe his looks, she would bet on feral.

"I'm gonna count to three and you better have a good answer."

Molly pondered about telling him the whole truth and explained the harmlessness of the night but she saw the flaws in her plan, which would end up only irritating him more; ¿getting into a stranger's car and staying with him the whole night? Even to her, it sounded like deceit.

Lie!...Too risky. Ok, don't lie… You have to do something! Lie! Lie shamelessly!

"One."

"I-I went out with some friends to a club and like any other club was packed with men, probably alphas among them-" she risked a lie but apparently he didn't buy it cause he cocked his head to the side knitting his brows together to then tsk with his mouth.

Lie better, dammit.

"Two."

His voice wielded a stern tone chilling her blood.

"Why you don't believe me? I- I truly went out with some friends and some brought their boyfriends...no harm done-"

"You're an awful liar." He mocked, mirthless. "Thank god ya are a nurse, ya'll die of hunger as…basically, anything else" he stated, fed up and shaking his head lifted up his metal palm to place it right in front of her face holding three fingers up.

"Last chance and I honestly recommend you to use it wisely…Why. Do. You. Smell. Different?"

Every paused word swamped her glance with hot tears; she had never being so scared for her family. Tell him the truth, he will never find Logan…you might not even see him again. No! Don't plunge him into your problems…just disguise the original truth, make it bearable…Be strong dammit! Don't bend so easily. Someone deep inside her raged for her to endure.

"A friend invited me to party with some other nurses but I r-refused…then, I think it through and tried to catch up with them on the club, but there was no cabs…so, I was going to walk all the way there when a d-drug dealer attacked me and an Alpha helped me…h-he hugged me cause I was scared a-and that's why I smell different..." her drawl words mixed with pitiful sobs made her feel like a broken doll and the overwhelming stress cause her to weep without even realize she was doing so, her mind was near break point.

She was a quivering leaf inside a hurricane.

Yet with all her vulnerability in display, not a trace of compassion or indulgence peeked through his eyes.

"It's what happened, I swear, I hide it because I didn't want to upset you." She pleaded between broken sobs. Molly wasn't sure if he had bought her half-lie but was sure he had something in mind the moment he aligned their lines of vision and asked in an unforgiving tone.

"Are you telling me the truth?"

Unable to control the sobs to let her answer, just manage to nod and miraculously that seemed to appease him. She heavily let her body slumped against the door and silently thanked her elusive luck.

Giving her a few minutes to calm down, Pierce stepped away gifting her room to put herself together; once he deemed it was enough time, grabbed her bag, found the keys right away and opened the door without delay.

Molly stumbled inside with him following her close by and he locked the door packing the keys inside his jacket pocket to then drop her bag in the nearest table, right next to a nurse Barbie her niece had abandoned on top.

"Do you want a glass of water?" he calmly offered and her answer was a weak nod.

"The glasses are in the-"

"I know."

He cut her off and entered the kitchen as if he had been there a thousand times, leaving Molly standing in the middle of her own living room like an unwelcome guest.

Feeling ridiculous, she took a sit in the seafoam sofa, the one farthest away from the kitchen and bent down, burying her head between her knees to try to normalize her drumming heart.

This couldn't continue, he was a wicked person…who the fuck those he thought he was intimidating her to that point…what an awful alpha! A real mate would never do that-…her mind was rabidly complaining when her nasty line of thoughts was cut off by the soft sound of crystal against wood. Finally calmed she dared look up and found the glass of water waiting for her on the coffee table.

Quickly scouting the living room spotted him seated on the large table where her family usually dine, calmly inspecting the nurse Barbie he found over the table.

"You have an admirer," he remarked wiggling the doll playfully in his hand and teasingly, added. "Or, you just really like your job…" a deep chuckled abandoned his chest, laughing at his own joke. Dropping the Barbie back on the table.

Sporting a calm demeanor, hooked both thumbs on his belt and set to inspect the room, it was a nice house –small– but well decorated, very vintage and unique in a girly way. Pastel tones predominated and the furniture –although it looked old– was well preserved, there were toys scattered around but most of them on the corner right next to a chest full of stuffed animals and the windows had flower pots all over the edge. Once he finished his scrutiny turned at her.

"What am I going to do with you, Molly?" he exhorted out, not really expecting a reply. "I gave you a week to settle in your new life, fix whateva you had to fix and let out everything you needed to let out…unmolested, and ya keep busting my balls." He disappointedly let out, eagerly denying with his head as he massaged his temple.

Blankly staring at the floor while sipping from the glass, Molly heard him, searching for signs to indicate her that she was alone in the house.

Am I alone? If I weren't, the kids will already be here…probably, Lori took them to take a walk or to the park and-

"As I see it, you need a reminder of your privileged position…which by the way many omegas and betas will kill for…" he pursed his lips. "For some reason, you profusely refuse to accept yar natural place…I'm a reasonable man, Molly." he tapped his fingers over the table dragging her attention and they locked gazes.

The unreadable look he gave her made her stomach flop painfully.

"But even I have my limits and right fucking now, you obliviously crossed them."

Please go away and leave me alone… she internally begged. Dammit! Stop shaking Molly!

"You can sense it too, doll. Don't act so naïve, speak up your mind." He intoned in a raspy curt tone and leant over his knees.

After her melt down stopped, her brain let her think again. Molly updated with what just happened and anger flood through her, furious at him for using scare tactics over his supposedly "mate, partner, kit, couple, pair, fucking unity, call it whatever the fuck you liked, but call it us" bullshit.

Hate bubbled up like boiling water in a teapot and the explosion was imminent.

"Privileged position my ass! You forced this upon me and now, you want me to settle in like a tame mare and accept you as my owner, well Fuck you!...I'm not your mate! I'm not your friend! And especially I'm not your fucking girl!" she spatted with so much venom her eyes blazed and her knuckles whited at the force she was imprinting while grabbing the edge of the sofa.

He specifically asked her to speak up her mind, now she was going to let everything out as he requested.

Furiously standing up, Molly pointed an incriminatory finger his way and punctuated. "You abused your position in every way, Mr. Head of security. You bonded me against my free will-"

"If I remember correctly, you begged me to do it." He countered back in an even tone.

"You took advantage of my hormonal mind!-" Molly heatedly yelled, making him grimaced.

"You took advantage…you bond me against my will, you forced yourself upon me…" he careless ridiculed her in a highly sarcastic tone. "You really love that act of yours, don't ya? I'm the victim somebody else please come and fixed my decisions."

Molly fell speechless at his mocking.

The head of security softly shook his head and shot her an incredulous look. "You chose to enter my office during a heat cycle and now, I'm the bad guy?" his brow knitted and eagerly denied, making his blonde hair swayed rhythmically over his forehead.

Bored of her attitude and slightly annoyed by her accusations, he tugged his jacket and shirt to the side to show her a half-moon scar printed on his skin, pinkish remain of a wound, a little bite quickly disappearing from his shoulder.

"Some dental marks probe you wrong…if ya want, we can fit it like Cinderella with the crystal slipper." He teasingly offered as he tilted forward invitingly. Molly pursed her lips, embarrassed.

The little nurse deeply blushed at the probe of her delirious moment of passion. Her labored breath becoming the only sound in the room and after a couple of minutes finally calmed down and resigned to ask.

"Why are you here?"

Her voice sounded tired, the emotional blast from before actually having drained her. All she aimed for now, was to finish the visit right away. She wanted him out of the house and away from her family, he was too unpredictable and although, they shared a bond that was supposed to be deeper than the sea and more durable than time itself, she could not help but feel distanced and intimidated by the man sitting across from her...a total stranger, who owe to portrayed and personified the purest way of love she will ever know. Life really had a sick sense of humor.

Her pessimism was rapidly blown away by the impossible declaration he end up supplying as an answer.

"I miss you, you are my mate." he plainly stated as if it were the most obvious fact.

Now was her time to send him an incredulous look. "You don't know me."

"I do" he affirmed and closed his eyes attempting to clear his mind. "Not as I would like but I know you more intimately than anyone ever will."

"Sex, really? Are you that void?…such a meaningless act as the one we shared days ago is barely reliable, it was a festival of hormones and blind lust, you can't really mean that."

"I didn't meant sex, and it wasn't meaningless…seek inside you and you will find me there," he cocked his head up to catch her eye but she looked away.

"I understand it borders madness, I'm not stupid or an insensitive monster as you preferred to imagine me to be…" her gaze shoot his way with so much prejudice, he couldn't stop the light chuckle from escape his chest.

"It must be hard to deal with this in such tender age but even you must admit you felt it too." she frowned at his accusation.

"Feel what?" she asked out of curiosity.

A knowing smirk pull on his face and he set to illustrate, apparently she was a tough nut to crack.

"The resolved yearning, the fulfillment, the utterly and irrevocably sense of right…I can see it in your eyes even when you try to cover it with disgust and anger…you felt it too and that's why you are so upset, you chose me the same moment I chose you." He made a meaningful pause.

"And it irks you to need me…me, the personification of evil, am I right? Isn't that how Gabriela calls me? The blond devil?" Molly's eyes rounded with astonishment feeling undeniably perplexed and obnoxiously speechless by his accurate words. Not that she was ever going to admit it out loud but certainly he was sharp enough to notice it. She didn't even bother trying to hide her surprise this time; his blue eyes were like x-rays going straight through her.

It was as if he was reading the dark side of her soul, the forbidden chapter in her book, what she refused to accept and at the same time knew it was a lost battle but still engaged in battle.

He was like a tumor growing inside her, spreading and taking root in places she ignored existed.

"That is some good mental gymnastics you have there, I almost buy it." Molly finally came out of her stupefaction to reply, there was not enough time and maybe never would be, for her and him to become them. It was painful from wherever you see it but it was the truth, her truth. She profusely refused to accept him as hers.

Standing from the couch, she approached at a slow pace and taking the chair opposite to his, placed her forearms on top of the polished wood and faced him.

He mimicked her position.

"What's not to buy?" Pierce sincerely asked.

"Suddenly, you are the answer, the one I was looking for, the knight in shining armor all girls dream with?…give me a break." She deadpanned and he widely smiled.

"I'm an onion, darlin', you have to peel me to know." He smoothly interjected.

"I'm allergic to onions." She conceded and even when it was aimed to sound sarcastic it kept some truth, she was allergic to green onions.

"Are you now?" A lop side grin bloomed in his lips. He cocked his chin down, quietly sniggering at the way things were unfolding.

"Well, I'm sure we can find another figurative sense to fit yar requirements." Donald stated clapping his hands together, a permeated silence fell upon them and eventually, he stood up.

"But right now, we need to be on our way, babe." He chivalrously offered his hand for her to stand and she eyed it as if he were offering poison.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, babe." she replied contemptuously mimicking him but he didn't seem to mind.

"Fine," Donald said patronizingly and propped on the edge of the table absently looking up. "I am really looking forward to meet Lori and Ethan and specially, sweet Lili, she's such a doll," he tilted his head down and her shocked expression announced his accurate blow.

She wanted to punch that wolfish smile out of his face but she was petrified to move or speak, so he pleasantly added.

"Shall we?"

He offered his hand again for her to take and she purposely ignored it walking to the door avoiding touch him.

"I knew you were smart Molls, of course you had to be, after all, I chose you for a reason."