(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 43: A true alpha? A true piece of shit.

Chapter 43: A true alpha? A true piece of shit.

"But we should talk about why he thinks he can behave that way and get away with it. I’m sure you know, or I fucking told you, but true alphas are slightly different from regular alphas. Regular alphas can mark one omega in their life, and that’s it. Beyond that, they normally can only knot while in a rut, but can’t outside of it. Now, having unprotected sex outside of heats and ruts can still lead to pregnancy, and as a doctor I need to tell you that if you aren’t planning to have a family any time soon, please practise safe sex." Andrew nodded raptly, glancing at Maxwell with such concern in his eyes that Maxwell chuckled. Maxwell squeezed his hand.

"I’m fine for now. I do not plan to have unsafe sex with you any time soon, Andrew. I’m still young." Andrew nodded, relief in his expression. Maxwell continued to laugh silently to himself.

"Anyways, regular alphas aren’t that different from others, especially betas. They just smell a bit more and have sharper canines. You, what your family is known for, are true alphas. They are a more...bestial version. Obviously, your reflective, amber eyes are a sign, as well as sharper, more pronounced canines. Another thing to note is that your penis will be larger, and will develop a bulge. This is to mimic other, more primal penises found in the wild. True alphas, if worked up enough, can knot outside of a rut, so keep that in mind. It could even tear a condom, so please be careful."

"How could it tear a condom?" Andrew asked, stunned, and Michael sighed.

"Well, do you know what happens when an alpha knots?" Andrew shook his head, and Michael and Maxwell shared a look.

"You cum. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. That’s why they usually say if an omega gets knotted, they’re pregnant." Maxwell said, and horror washed over Andrew’s face. He gripped onto the hand that Maxwell had on his.

"Oh my god. Is that even safe?" Maxwell and Michael burst into laughter.

"Well, it’s been happening for years, so who are we to say?" Michael offered, a slight smile on his face. Andrew still looked horrified. "Other things about true alphas...hm, well, they still have pheromones, but they are able to use them to suppress other alphas. And omegas. If you ever get angry, there is a chance you can release pheromones that will tell everyone around you that you’re angry. On the flip side, you could also tell everyone that you’re horny. That you’re ready and willing to mate. Some true alphas used to do that as a party trick back in the day. Disgusting, if you ask me." Andrew looked like he was in shock. He swallowed thickly, opened his mouth before closing it. Michael noticed his behaviour and stopped speaking so that he could get it out. He eventually spoke.

"What about...marking?" He asked, his hands shaking. Michael sighed.

"True alphas...can mark multiple omegas." Andrew closed his eyes, shaking, as he went pale. Maxwell squeezed his hand.

"You are not like your father, and there are many true alphas who only take one partner, one mate. Your father was the exception." Maxwell insisted, but Andrew felt a laugh bubble out of him. It was a harsh sound.

"Yeah, but hearing my history, how could you trust me? All the other stuff is hereditary, why wouldn’t that be?"

"Are you going to disservice your Mother with that thought?" Michael demanded, and Andrew froze. He looked up into Michael’s face and found his expression hard, and his arms crossed. "Your Mother also makes you who you are, and she was a very dedicated lady, wasn’t she?" Andrew nodded, his throat working.

"I...I know that but...she always said I was like my father." Maxwell reached out and took Andrew’s chin in his hand.

"Baby, she meant it in a way that wasn’t supposed to pressure you. She probably saw all of the good things that she’d fallen in love with him in you. I never knew you as a kid, but I bet you were as cute as a button and as sweet as cotton candy. Any Mother would want their boy to be like their father, especially if when she knew him he was a sweet, kind man." Andrew’s face crumbled and tears poured from his eyes. Maxwell pulled his head down, resting it against his shoulder.

"Fuck." Andrew exclaimed quietly, and Maxwell wrapped his arms around him and he shook.

Maxwell comforted Andrew for a few moments, before Andrew pulled himself together. When he sat up, wiping under his eyes, Maxwell stopped him and wiped under them with his own. The softer, smaller fingertips touching his skin made him want to cry all over again.

"Well, my Mom aside, he probably had multiple omegas, right?" Andrew asked, and Michael nodded.

"It would make sense. I bet he’s the kind of guy who thought of it as not putting all of his eggs in one basket. Fucking awful. Omegas are people too, but some pieces of shit think that way." Maxwell chuckled.

"That’s not very unbiased and doctor-like, Dr. Smith." Maxwell scolded, and Michael snorted.

"You wouldn’t have hired me if I was like the other, alpha doctors, Mr. Beckett." Maxwell’s pleased smile said everything that needed to be said. "Anyways, back to our discussion. Now that you know the basic changes, let’s talk about ruts. You were just in a mini one of sorts, which does normally happen when someone manifests later. That’s not how a regular omega or alpha would manifest, since they do it when they are in their teens, but if not caught early enough, a manifester will go into their respective heat or rut. Obviously, in your case, you went into a rut. Mr. Beckett, how long do you think it lasted?" Andrew was confused for only a moment that Michael had asked Maxwell. But then again, he was probably more familiar with the symptoms.

"Hmm, I’d say it was rather short. Maybe two, three days?" Michael nodded, picking up a little notebook he had on the coffee table and making note of it.

"Okay. That is quite short. True alphas and regular alphas have a similar length of rut, same with the length of your heat." Noticing Andrew’s confusion, Michael smiled. "It’s about 5 days to a week in length. As you experience more of them, you will notice the average of your ruts. You can also reduce the length of them with suppressants and the like, but it isn’t recommended to do that for too long. It can damage your body in the long term, and it is generally recommended to spend it with an omega or alpha who you trust. Usually a partner." Michael smiled at Andrew. "A slightly romantic thing that happens is that if an alpha and omega live together, their ruts and heats sync up so that they can spend them together." It was clear that Andrew immediately became interested in that.

He turned his head towards Maxwell, who laughed at the happy expression on his face. Smiling, he reached out and cupped Andrew’s face again. Andrew leaned into the touch.

"Will that mean I can help you next time?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell softened. Andrew nuzzled into his hand, turning his face to press a kiss into the palm of his hand.

"Well, it’s too soon to tell if your pheromones have settled in yet. I’m going to guess my next heat will be my own, but maybe after that?" Maxwell offered, and Andrew grinned.

"So I will be able to help you. I’m excited." Maxwell’s ears turned bright pink in the face of Andrew’s pure enthusiasm.

"Uh, it’s still at least a month away, Andrew." Andrew sighed, nuzzling into his palm again.

"Okay. That won’t change my opinion on it." Andrew paused. "Do alphas and omegas get time off for their ruts and heats?" He asked, and Michael smiled.

"Yes. It’s part of the anti-discrimination bill that was passed 20 years ago. Before it had only included alphas, now it includes both alphas and omegas." Andrew frowned, and Maxwell chuckled.

"My Father wined and dined several politicians to get it passed." Andrew’s eyes widened as Maxwell smiled at him.

"Your Dad did?" Maxwell nodded.

"Yes. They didn’t know I was going to be an omega but...there were signs." Maxwell muttered. He sounded a little bitter, and Andrew grabbed his free hand and pressed a kiss into his palm.

"Hmm, I don’t know what those signs could be, but I can imagine a stubborn, cute little Max all steamed up at his parents for being busy." Maxwell’s eyes widened, before he looked away, giving Andrew almost exactly the expression he had thought he would. Andrew grinned, pleased that the man didn’t push off his hold on his hand.

"Yes, we are all grateful to Mr. Beckett. He’s done a lot of good for the community, even before the youngest Mr. Beckett manifested. Your brothers have also been a great help. And of course, your own contributions." Maxwell seemed embarrassed at Michael’s words, and when Andrew looked at Michael, he grinned.

"The Beckett family is that prolific?" Andrew asked, and Michael seemed ready to sing their praises.

"Your Maxwell, Andy, is in charge of the pharmaceutical company who has come out with several different heat and rut suppressants for alphas and omegas. In an economy that told them that there was no need for a different pill when one worked most of the time. He’s also opened the doors for many omegas to get full time jobs and petitioned for omega rights in his free time. He is the poster child of an amazing omega that all others aspire to. His oldest brother is taking over the family businesses on the other side, while his second oldest brother is a doctor and is taking over the hospitals that they run." Andrew felt his face go pale.

"What the hell does your mother do?" Andrew asked. He’d had a feeling that Maxwell came from a family of overachievers, but holy shit. He was fucked if he wanted to make a good impression on them. They probably all thought he was some scrub living off of Maxwell’s wealth and good name.

"My Mom was a stay at home wife." Maxwell said, and Michael snorted.

"Don’t sell her short. She was Miss Universe before she settled down. She now hosts charity functions and the like. She does a lot of good in that regard." Andrew felt his head begin to swim.

"Oh god. No wonder your Father was so worried." Maxwell’s face fell, and Andrew took off his glasses for a second. "Oh my god. I’m going to need to get better sooner so I don’t embarrass you." Maxwell frowned.

"Andrew-" Maxwell started, worried, but Andrew cut him off.

"After all, I don’t want anyone to look down on my lovely Maxy. I can’t have his family thinking I’d let others walk all over him."

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