Alpha, Beta, but Never an Omega

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Chapter 8: How to Train Your Alpha

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This is likely that Slade will put Dick in the Toby McGuire seat. We will see….

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~ Fame can tame a man. Make him weak to the elements needed for his ultimate survival. We desire compassion, yet privilege above all cements a false view of what true happiness is that lies at the feet of those so granted in its obligations. Whether that be wealth, fame or beauty beyond compare, the last of a side cannot be chosen, warped nor identified on a borderline status. Omega are, and should forever remain, the lowest of the social – economic tier to never gain this honor. Betas follow, but never lead, and Alpha….

An emboldened Alpha receives the entire carcass, from its first breadth, to its first mounting of some hapless lower tiered creature as either of its competition . ~

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Slade set his eyes on a locked room that was an old favorite in this city. Blud had no class whatsoever, Chicago could never hold a candle to it by the crime it shared out of Gotham's dark histories. It traded villains and villains flocked to her. It only had profit to spare for the scumbags that took as they wanted, the alphas that in this city, truly ruled. Gotham had quickly worked to change this black and white way of thinking, saying the law enforcement in Blud had their hands tied down by too many mafia. That to have a hero in this city, meant to lose what they were gifted to survive an onslaught by gangs that ran the precinct since the city's founding.

Unlike Gotham, no senile hoot owls took to the stage. Slade preferred this territory to rebuild and awaken a new savior to those that had ultimately failed to enforce this condition onto them; the one bound to burn at the stake for being the worst kind of offense.

False heroes, the ones that would turn criminal if granted anything less. Slade had a plan to make this city change fir the better, starting with his win prize. The sunny – eyed pseudo omega, born Beta, yet not even sure that was what he was at all anymore.

"Grayson." Slade patted the boy's cheek as he was laid right onto a bed in need of some good dry cleaning. "You're home, boy."

Slade watched the kid groan and sit hos head up, tongue smacking as he had little room to maneuver it while coming out of a drugged state. "H…. u…?"

The young adult now could see without his mask on, that the room was a bit unused, a safe house and apartment that Slade had not allowed a soul to take on his leave for so long. "No empty minded soul would dare ask for my services here. We can plan ahead, save your reputation before it turns to crumble beneath what you've built. And, I'll even break your vows that Wayne's had all these years."

Dick wanted to shake his head; it was quite a mess as he tried to raise himself. Yet, the bed below him had to dip. He rocked on it as the mattress was too soft and downy to stay aloft in. "Welcome to your new home. Bed made and everything, hero." Slade grinned as he adjusted the kid's chin to tip his eyes up to meet. "Wayne has probably found that the contract is no longer valid. You belong to me, but you'll need to change to keep him far away while we work."

"Work…. what…what about school?" Dick groaned and finally had his limbs ready to rest him on his elbows properly. Slade moved his jaw as Dick winced, thinking it was sore for some other reason "You won't leave. I have the evidence enough to call you out as Wayne's little toy. Or better yet, yo tear your family up since you decided not to defend them. If they can't pin this all on me, then why not him."

"But, he didn't-

Slade put a finger to Richard's lips with a hushed sound at his out. "Shhhh." Slade told the teen. "College is fine. But to get you out of his circle, you have to do a few more backflips to prove it. I can't always be your daddy long legs at this point, you're right." The man mused to the kid even. "We may need to go in deeper, to Blud's. As it's protector."

"I need supplies for that. I can't believe-

"Hush. Let your Alpha, finish."

That set Dick off as he rose to his palms, legs still slack as Slade rose by the kid' heated expression. "No, you need to answer me, Slade. Why are we in Blud? I didn't join the force. No one is going to –

Slade pulled out his cell as he plucked up another clip. A sound file that had been uploaded from the bathroom in the hotel Wayne had never left just yet.

Dick laid there, spread out as the sound traveled.

~ I know, yes. Gordon, we have to get him to…. if I don't? Dick isn't a Beta until he makes that official, I know that. I'm protecting him. This is urgent…I have him in the other room in the next…DNA test there is no such thing as a soulmate. Whatever you heard, don't. He'll be locked in his room on the books for all I care for another year. I can't, Jim. Gotta go. They've arrived. ~

The sound died as Slade put the cell back into his pocket. Dick looked at him, stunned as ever. "What…what was that…How did, how did you get a bug into –

"Not important. What is, is that he can't touch you if you play our game and listen to me."

"YOU'RE not my ALPHA." Dick growled back, a tow twitching as he tried to get his whole foot to listen.

"For now, I'm the only one that knows what you want, Dick."

"You didn't…...you claimed me without consent. –

"I didn't." Slade pulled out the cell, this time the video from before of his near rape was pushed towards the end. ~ Take me, please! ~

The man flipped it shut. Dick fell to his stomach and balled his hands by his skull, yelling as he muffled the rest of his screams with the dusty comforter. "You did. And the timing, was too perfect." Smiled the mercenary. "I did as you instructed, and boy?" Slade waited fir those bloodshot eyes to fall on him again, "I am never one to go back on my word."

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"You're not…. saving….me." Dick hiccupped as Slade simply didn't care to watch. He got up and went go the kitchen to feed his hungry pet. "Toast or a sandwich. I have enough bread to last the apocalypse. Nothing is wrong-

"Everything is!!" Dick felt his body uncapped as he moved, wobbling as a baby fawn over to the man - because though he was justifying his own actions as "decent," they were as criminal as that mask he always wore. "Take me out, to anyone else. I can't be your, whatever you want." Dick murderous shook his head with his darker brown lowered.

"I'm-

"Promises between us remain valid, you made sure of it. With your last hurrah." Slade pointed to the first bite before setting down the prepackaged loaf. "Have to do this the hard way," He grumbled, turning to the kid. "Maybe, my dear omega should prepare us lunch? Just restless after a long nap, my boy?"

"NOT. YOURS…" Dick lunged as Slade trapped the kid into the counter with a slam, hands behind his back as he made them move, Dick's neck flaring up as Slade pointed his jaw over to a jar of highly processed peanut butter. Moving his arm for him, Slade made the kid sit up with a knee to his ass, rutting to it like his cock had already done. Dick broke into a cold sweat. "Up." Slade ordered by a firm hand to the kid's scruff. "Be that you are still able to function, or I will toss you out."

"Sure, just discard me, already." Snorted the terrified teen. "Why save me at all if…if I'm only good enough to kick around?"

Tears fell, as the knife clattered back onto the table top. Slade let out an unappreciative sound as he gripped both the kid's wrists and tugged. "One handed it is. Stay."

Dick still had been too weak to fight back as he wept, arms clasped painfully behind him as Slade made his best effort to make sandwiches for them with one hand.

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A master chef, Slade shoved Dick onto the bed. Too winded to do anything but sop up these tears with a napkin, the sandwich was placed on to a plate at his side. Dick didn't touch it. He really was tied down into this, Slade had shown him that he'd have to sink to the man's level to win his freedom back. Then, what? Bruce had always known he'd have nothing. Maybe a career in baby sitting or as a damned maternity nurse. Or…

His fingers grew numb as Slade reached out to pick up the sandwich and broke off a piece. "Eat." He offered the bite to the brat. "You can't be this forgetful. If you get sick, we both will get exposed, and an ill omega won't last long in Blud's hospitals. You'd be better off never going…"

"Not an omega."

"You didn't fight back." Slade pulled his arm away. "A beta would have used a decent fighting strategy, you just stayed there and went completely mellow. That, was a first... Seems I chose best for you after all –

"No!" Dick exclaimed as the dish at his side tilted a bit, the runny ingredients staying firm on the clean looking white bread he was forced to assume was food. "You didn't do that, I…I'm still drugged up –

"It wore off when you stood up." Snorted the mercenary as he put a bite to his lips. "Don't be so bashful. Even your kind can fight, with the proper direction."

"You…. don't need to teach me to fight."

"I obviously do, against Wayne, that is."

Dick stayed silent, as his stomach finally spoke to break that awkward pause. "If I throw up, you're buying take - out." He snatched up the sandwich and took a bite, pretending it was turkey on rye or something slightly less processed than in the pantry back at the manor. (Gotham is based off of major cities and turkey on rye in NYC baby! Being Jewish NY family wise, well, that or a tuna melt. Or challah. You don't see better bread. Lol.)

"Deal."

Slade smiled as Richard grimaced through the food, yet his stomach was fine until he thought otherwise. "What was your real plan? Making me a hero or a celeb?" The kid bit down, Slade chuckled having the boy's hair bristle up.

"Something along those lines, yeah. As a vigilante that shows himself off. As the first solo, Omega."

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Big reveal. Most omega work with the pack, but it's unheard of for Omega to be team leaders or even work alone. So?...

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