Scott's POV

What happened to him? I wonder as I watch Alfred walk away from the courthouse. The Omega I knew wouldn't walk behind anyone let alone with his head down. Even from my spot here on the second floor I can tell he's trying his hardest to appear smaller than he really is. "Poor bastard." I mutter to myself as I open the window as a slight gust of cold air fills the hallway. It's only early fall but I can tell winter's going to hit fast and soon. As I pull out my fags I notice a familiar shadow appear next to me.

"He's a piece of work." Gilbert says as he dares to take one of my smokes. "I'll be surprised if he doesn't kill that kid tonight."

While he can be a loud mouth I know when he's being serious and really it makes my heart stop for a split second. "Who is he exactly?"

"Kuro Honda." He answers as he tries to light his cigarette, "Heard he's pretty high up there in the mob though that's only what I hear." After he cups his hands over his light does he finally succeeds in lighting it. "Off the record anyway."

As I take his lighter I sigh, "What else you 'ear? Off the record."

"They treat their Omegas like dogs…no actually less than dogs more like dog shit they stepped in." He blows away some of the smoke, "So if he wanted to he could and would kill that kid by morning. Not that awesome of an idea but he has the money so,"

"You know what?" I start to say as I feel my anger rising to the surface, "Why don't you shut the fuck up and buy your own damn fags?" I point a finger at him though I know by the look in his eyes that he's sorry. "How would you like it if that daughter of yours mated with a shit like that?"

"I wouldn't let her mate with an asshole like that." He answers as he closes the window, "And bitching at me doesn't fix anything but I know a drink will."

Quickly I turn away and snuff out my cigarette butt in an ashtray, "I don't want a fucking drink."

He slings his arm around my shoulders, "You always want a fucking drink so don't stand there and lie to me." While Gilbert pulls me away from the windows he can't pull me away from thinking about Alfred.

So even as we sit in our normal seats at the pub I just stare off into space. The Omega I know wouldn't let no Alpha treat him like nothing. He's a free spirited smartass not that timid creature that was practically shaking on the floor. "Gil," I say after a few minutes of just staring into my whiskey, "I want this over quickly for my client."

"I want it over quickly too but it's not really up to us." He answers as he takes a sip of his beer, "But why don't you tell me what makes this kid so important."

"He's my client."

"Again you're so full of shit." He says with a laugh, "You can't lie to me and expect me to believe it." He grabs a large fork full of mash potatoes and shoves it into his mouth. "So who is he?"

"Nice to see that Lily's never taught you manners." I answer as I take a sip of my whiskey. "But he's an old friend."

"With benefits?" He jokes but I don't say anything, "Wait…really?"

I send a glare his way, "Is that so hard to believe?"

"For you, no." He says as he shovels another round of mashed potatoes into his mouth, "But why not just claim him?"

It was a word that I hated more than anything, "He's not someone to claim."

"Oh don't start this again and if you are than let me get a little more drunk first." He takes another swing of his beer, "I'm talking in a matter of law not actually 'claiming' him as property."

Strangely the more the man drinks the more sense he makes, "Go on…" I say as I pull out my note book since normally I'm a defense attorney so when it comes to divorce law I'm still pretty rusty. "And I'm being serious so don't fuck with me."

He nods, "I won't dream of it. But since you technically mated with him you have rights to him too but and this is a big but, since he's pregnant Kuro can claim Alfred his until the pup's born." He sighs as he pulls out a book from his bag. "You better read up Scott since you're a little out of your element."

As I take it I thumb through it, "So since I'm apparently taking advice from my opponent what if I can prove Alfred's bein' abused?" He pulls out his wallet as he finishes his dinner. "And don't tell me he ain't the kind since you said it yourself."

"I did." Gil says as he throws a twenty down on the table, "And I also said to read up. I can't just give you all the answers. I might be awesome but I'm not so stupid as to hand you everything here. Just remember this is a little different than defending killers and thieves."

"Is it?" I ask as I stand up myself and pay for my tab.

"There's way more gray area." He says as he walks with me out, "Anyway I'll see you in a few days and one more word of advice."

While I had an idea what it was going to be I stop to listen anyway. "Yeah?"

"If you have the chance to mate with him-"

"Don't?"

"Actually do."

I just stare at him for a moment, "Now who's the one full of shit?"

"Just read but the next advice will cost you." He says as another icy wind races past us sending a chill down my spine. "Like I said this isn't as black and white and sometimes you have to play a little dirty to get what you want." He says as he wraps his thin jacket around himself.

I do the same as we start to part ways, "And 'ere I thought you didn't play dirty."

"Normally I don't." He answers as he walks away towards his car. "But consider it my good deed for the year."

Quickly I turn on my heels and head for home myself, "Yeah…" I mutter to myself as I get an overwhelming feeling that I've gotten myself in way over my head. So as I make it home I sit by the fire place and start to read all the while as I glance over at the phone hoping that it rings. It never does.