Kurt hated when Sebastian and Jon came to visit, which was often. Alpha liked to keep Kurt on display whenever he had visitors, at his feet and quiet. Kurt supposed it was better than when Alpha wanted sex, but he still hated being in the same room as Sebastian especially. He guessed he was just lucky Alphas were incredibly possessive, or he wouldn't be surprised if Hunter offered him as a party favor to visitors.
He was lying on the cool floor, to tired and sore from the night before to sit up. He was sure Sebastian was relishing his patheticness, but he couldn't summon the energy or will to move at the moment.
Alpha was laughing about something with Jon and Sebastian when Kurt sensed the presence of more wolves. Ryder introduced two new werewolves, and Kurt tensed, sensing the power that had just entered the room. He lifted his head just barely, opening his eyes cautiously, and his gaze landed on the new arrivals - two dark haired men, one of which was a beta, and the other he recognized immediately as an Alpha - a powerful, dangerous one. The man himself was not huge or covered in bulging muscles, but Kurt knew that didn't necessarily mean much about his power as an alpha. He shuddered and curled in on himself, scared as to what would happen. He didn't think his Alpha would like another intruding on his territory. It was likely he would take out his anger on Kurt later. Kurt's wolf stirred in response to this Alpha, but he pushed it down, knowing his instincts might make him yearn for this new werewolf to save and protect him, but things didn't work that way. He had learned that a long time ago.
Kurt trembled at the irritation in Hunter's voice, flinching when Alpha's boot rested on his back, heel digging in to a particularly deep scratch mark there.
The new Alpha said something about custody and Kurt could feel the rage pouring off Hunter. He wanted to just shut his eyes and shut it all out, terrified of the outcome either way, but his survival instincts kicked in and his eyes flew open in time to see Hunter and the other Alpha change to wolf form. He let out a gasp of fear. Hunter was a formidable wolf - large, grey, with matted, snarled fur that spoke to his feral, wild nature. But the other Alpha was something else to behold. He was absolutely massive, easily the largest were Kurt had ever seen, with a gleaming coat of fur black as night. His dark fur just made his shining white teeth and the whites of his large eyes stand out even more.
The two wolves circled each other. Hunter had challenged, that much was clear, and refused to go quietly. Kurt could see his Alpha was outmatched, and he didn't know how to feel. Werewolves were supposed to feel loyalty to their pack leader, and omegas in particular had nurturing and compassionate instincts that made them care deeply for their pack. But Kurt only felt fear, because he knew Hunter was outmatched. Sebastian and Jon were no help; they clearly feared this other Alpha, and the new beta growled at them fiercely to warn them away from interfering as well.
Kurt scrambled away from the two Alphas, hiding behind Hunter's big chair just as they both leaped at each other. Grunts, growls, yelps, snarls, sick ripping of flesh and thuds of paws connecting with bodies met his ears. He pulled his knees to his chest and covered his head and harsh pants racked his weak body. He tried to block it all out. His wolf whined and begged to be released, but he forced it down. He couldn't expose himself; this new Alpha would win the fight, Sebastian and Jon would probably run away, and he couldn't let these newcomers see him in wolf form, exposing himself as not just an omega, but a runt, and a white-coated freak as well. They would probably kill him immediately, and maybe that would be for the best, but Kurt's urge to survive was still too strong to give himself over to death so easily.
He heard a growl and a high yelp that belonged to his Alpha, and then silence, but for the rough panting of one wolf - the one that had survived. There was another growl, this time from a beta, and then a scurrying of feet, two pairs. Kurt shook and tears rolled down his cheeks as he listened to the winner of the fight change back to human form.
Two pairs of footsteps made their way over to him. Kurt already knew who it was, but he opened his eyes and looked up just to confirm. He ducked down as soon as he took in the two newcomers, trembling, and wasted no time letting his wolf guide him, even if he wouldn't let himself change. With a whimper of pain, he turned over onto his back, presenting his belly and baring his neck, doing everything he could to be submissive as possible.
He closed his eyes as the Alpha crouched down and got near his neck. He waited for the bite, to claim or to kill, but the Alpha simply sniffed him and then, very oddly, bumped Kurt's chin with his nose gently.
"Come with us," the Alpha said, his voice filled with quiet power and command, "this pack is no place for you, and you do not have an Alpha to answer to any more here."
"Yes, Alpha," Kurt whispered, relieved and confused about Hunter's death, but terrified about what lay ahead. He tried to roll onto his hands and knees to follow the other two in a crawl, but the Alpha suddenly swept him up in his arms and carried him out of the room. Kurt's wolf stopped begging so strongly to be released at the close contact with the Alpha and instead curled up in Kurt's chest, quiet and curious and waiting. Kurt wished the human side of him could be so easily calmed by contact with an Alpha, but even as he clung to the shoulder of this man who had just killed the werewolf who had enslaved and abused him for months, his heart hammered with fear and anxiousness as he tried to think of what he could possibly do to survive and avoid further suffering.