Chapitre 10: End of Chapter 3
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Rue was given the keys to her dormitory from a stoic Beta at the counter. Her fingerprints were registered and her dna read to give her access. He didn't say a word to her, was quiet the entire time when she filled in her paperwork.
He wasn't rude, seemed mostly robotic with literal bolts and nuts drilled into steel flesh, but had clearly been begging for her to leave. So she didn't spend a lot of time reading the details, signing quickly and leaving the moment he gestured for her to go.
It was dinner time, and the halls of Louise were relatively empty. The white and grey walls so dreary and boring that she could not help but wince at the thought that this was where royals stayed. But she supposed the rich enjoyed the experiences of poverty. And it seemed to amplify her own lack, so she pulled her jacket—torned seams and ready to rip—tigher around herself.
Rue swerved for the nearest elevator, felt excitement rear and dig in her chest, firey and hoping for her future. She was in her own world when the doors slid open stared at Alphas, rippling with corded muscle and dressed in athletic wear. The aliens were huge, croinwded the space with skin dripping with knives and burning with danger, looking a hundred times more crazed than the people she had met that day.
They made the enormous elevator look small and she'd shrunk against the wall. She turned up her nose, and feigned nonchalance, pretending to not give a damn about students she was sure she'd never see again. They shot her weird looks when her card allowed her access to the top of the building, even turning back to scrutinise her when they stepped out at their floor.
Clearly, everyone here was unaccustomed to skinny weaklings.
But Rue kept her cool just because they might simply think that her scent sucked and her presence as a doctor in a mostly military area was odd. But hey, it was cheap and she'd been assigned to this dormitory whether they liked it or not. She strode out of the lift and towards her room but paused for a moment at the walkway.
Because on the door, deep within an Omega was an Alpha fucking the ever-loving soul out of a girl. Rue blanched, had a moment to feel absolutely confused because goddamn wasn't this the home of the military? The people that followed the rules?
But she supposed she had been settling within the stereotype, didn't anticipate the openness of a different culture. And her surprise only grew drifting as it was freed from her chest, thudding heavy between her legs because the Alpha was a sun god.
He was of helios descent. A species of aliens that glowed, glistened, and shimmered; sucked the life out of things like plants did with the sun. In short, whatever light touched he could kill. And whatever light touched he controlled.
And with his rays draped over the Omega and his cock, a stick of lit up glory within pink latex. She was sure he had every ounce of control over her clit and the squelching inner walls of her cunt which meant that the girl was gone within pleasure, lost in each squirt and dribble of her juices.
Yet the alien that fucked her was bored, seemed quite nonchalant against the door that should lead to her new home. And when his eyes moved to hers, her heart jumped like a stupid thing. Because he was magnificent, sweet flaming curls that curved over a longer face, a jawline that stretched to his ears and features that were pixie-like and unreal.
He was handsome and thick with a tall lanky body that rippled and shone, eight packs fluttering under muscles that were a golden tan. She felt her Omega collapse, felt it tremble and whimper, felt something break within but it didn't fucking matter because she knew it was all just his light in her head.
So she moved closer, kept her eyes on his, then squinted at the number on the door, stopping before him as if to say. Oh no! We do have a problem! He raised a brow, lips parting to say something that she knew would ruin her day, but she beat him to it first.
"Keep fucking," she told him, pretending to not give a damn.
There were no other doors, and no other places and so she understood that he must be a roommate which meant that there was no way in hell she was going to ruin their relationship on day one. Especially with a helios that could break her neck and ruin her light.
He would stab his fingers into her eyeballs if he hated her enough. He didn't even need to do it with objects, just had to control the light that reflected in her eyes. She tried not to gulp at that thought, a little nervous but not enough to send her hurtling out of her new home. There was no doubt that the people in Louise were military.
"I plan to," he answered, hips snapping as he continued.
But his stare remained on her, electric as it meandered over her skin. But he wasn't looking for breasts, hips and beauty. He was looking at her clothes, the hole on her left shoulder and her human status. Or at least that was what she told herself when his eyes rested between her legs, squinting and she scowled.
She tried not to think about how an Alpha like him was her roommate for the rest of her time in Hakon. Inside, Rue was crossing her fingers begging to whatever god that she wouldn't be sharing a bed with anyone in the dormitory.
"At the very least let me get through the door."
"There's no one home," he answered with a shrug, and she pulled her fake cashmere close to stop him from trying to judge her fake dick size.
"Perhaps, but now there's me. And you're ruining our carpet," she glanced at the rug on the floor, soaked in her juices but not his. She was thankful now that she smelled nothing with her favourite mint up her nose. He gasped, and the sound was kind of cute if not for the smacks of his hips against a fleshy ass.
"You're not a cadet," he sniffed, tasted the air and she felt smug at his grimace.
"Of course not, do I look like I can break anyone's heads? I'm weak as fuck." She tilted her head, "I'm Rue."
"Rue," he breathed, eyes still on her skin, in her face. "You're Airie's." This time his voice was softer, sweeter. It curled smooth and gentle, rippled with bubbles of glee. The name was familiar, but she ignored it for a moment, chose to give him a look. "The babies' little Rue."
"I'm no one's little," she answered, raising a brow, felt the need to fight. "I'm not someone's booty call, waiting to suck dick like I would a pacifier. Fuck diapers. I'm not into that kink."
He snorted, mirth dancing in his eyes and she felt like she was missing a joke. "So dirty."
"Says the one fucking in public, just waiting for someone to look," she taunted, then felt the need to bite her tongue. Where did her plan of being friends with him go? She cleared her throat. "Sorry. It's been a weird day."
"I was waiting for someone," he answered, a smirk lifting the corners of his lips, torment thick in his throat. "I suppose my plans were foiled. Wanted to scare a little Alpha into submission." Somewhere inside her brain, she knew for sure that this show was all for her. Rue blinked, and gave him a look that said, 'what the fuck?'
"Well, you can continue trying to scare that Alpha," she shrugged pretending not to notice his implications, not here to judge someone else's kink and needs to dominate. Then stared at the knob of the door right next to his dick. "So, do I have to wait, or will you let me in? Because it looks like you'll take a while, she's passed out and you're far from finishing."
She glanced at his cock, made her shoulders lift and fall, then glanced back at him begging her heart to stop fluttering over a face that meant nothing. Because it did do a little summersault, her inner thighs trembling just a little from what she didn't know. She begged that she wouldn't drip over a rugged golden smothering heat of a man.
He smiled, and she saw now the heart shape of his lips, the strange sweetness in his eyes. He let out a bark of laughter, a sound that giggled free from soft lips and she was stunned momentarily by its adorable nature. The way his eyes curled into little moons and his lips spread into a heart.
The Omega was pulled free, and she slumped on the carpet at his feet like rubbish, and Rue tried to ignore the bounce of his shining cock, slippering and thick. It curved upwards, aimed at coaxing an Omega to cum, clamp down and tighten just as his knot formed to make a baby. But there was no knot despite the fucking, and she understood now that the Omega had given him nothing.
"You're right, she doesn't do anything for me," she felt heat warm her cheeks when he caught her staring at his cock, "I'll let you in."
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