Chapter Homecoming
Chad and his mom went home after a few hours, his dad practically chasing them out of the room. They drove home, and while his mother showered and got changed, Chad went up to his old bedroom to put away his things.
Stepping into his childhood room after being away was always hilarious. As a teenager he’d been fiercely territorial of the space, any intrusion making him aggressive and unreasonable, and despite his parents’ vehement objections he’d plastered every inch of the walls with posters of omegas.
Not naked ones, obviously, but clad so scantily they might as well be. And all of them in heat. Looking around the room, everywhere Chad turned there was a picture of an omega staring back at him with a look like his knot was the only thing that could set the world right.
As a teenager it had made him feel powerful and strong, but now it just made him horny.
Unpacking his clothes—three pairs of underwear, two T-shirts and an extra pair of jeans—Chad kicked off his boots and lay down on his old twin bed.
He wondered sometimes what it would have been like if his dad were an alpha. If it would have been easier for him, or if the presence of a stronger alpha would have grated on him and made him even more territorial.
He wouldn’t have had to put up with as many lectures on omega rights, that was for sure. Chad still cringed when he thought back to the fight he’d had with his dad when he was seventeen and had saved up enough money to visit an omega club.
He’d stormed out, furious that a beta would try to deny him his natural right. Filled with self-righteous indignation, he had marched up to the club with his friends, bought his ticket, and then been firmly turned away by the alphas guarding the door.
Apparently, the fake ID he’d bought wasn’t nearly as good as advertised.
Chad had been so humiliated he hadn’t talked to his parents for a month.
There was a knock on the door, and Chad was startled out of his reminiscing.
“Chad?” his mother called. “I’m ordering us some food. Would you like pizza or Chinese?”
Chad jumped off the bed and opened the door, stepping out in the hallway. His mother was wearing a fluffy bathrobe with her wet hair combed back from her face, looking much better after her shower.
“Chinese would be great. You want me to drive and pick it up?”
“If you don’t mind?” his mother asked, smiling.
“Not at all. Let me just shower while you order and then I’ll head out.”
His mother smiled and thanked him, leaving him to shower and get changed.
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