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apiarylock · 2 months ago

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tags: younger man/older man, alpha Hannibal, omega Will

There have only been fifteen omegas that presented in the entire world in the last seventeen years.

Will Graham was one of them.

His father had practically celebrated when he got his heat, telling everyone he could, “My boy is gonna make me a shitload!”

Will’s mother had been a beta, just like his dad, and left just weeks after he was born.

Dad had said for the longest time he looked like her.

There were few pictures but he kind of did, the same hair color and face looking back at him unsettling enough he rarely looked.

Then the interview process began.

Countless alphas of all genders would come from all over to vie for his next at The Omega Outreach.

It was required by law to report omega presentations and the parents got a dowry based on demand from 1 to 100. The minute Will was out into public alpha rotation his demand score was 101 because the influx of offers caused the website to crash.

His father celebrated.

Will felt like throwing up.

He didn’t want to be an omega.

He didn’t want to be mated.

And he really didn’t want to be fought over by a group of rutting alphas.

But Will held his tongue.

No one seemed to notice his discomfort.

Or maybe they didn’t care.

No one even thought to let Will look when his father and The Omega Outreach went through the offers practically salivating.

They got a percentage of every omega dowry to keep the Outreach open.

Will got none.

How was any of this fair?

“May I be excused?”

Everyone turned to look at him.

“Oh!”

The laugh from Penny, their coordinator, made his skin crawl.

“Do you want to look at our current top ten?”

He nodded, blinking back tears, and scrolled through a bunch of faces, all older than him by decades, and tried not to cry out.

Then he stopped on one of them, turning the tablet around. “Who’s this?”

Penny grinned. “Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He’s thirty, a thoroughbred, and has never even courted on record. All of our top ten have but not him. Usually your dad has final say, after negotiations and interviews. But I’m sure he’d take your interest into consideration. Right, Dad?”

Will turned the tablet back over and bit back a purr at the picture on screen.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

The alphas would all come after they were summoned and plead their cases, even offer things to be picked.

Will felt like slick start to pool under him, embarrassed.

“Dad?”

His father was staring at his phone before he looked up. “Yeah?”

“Mr. Graham, Will seems to like this one. Remember the doctor?”

His father scoffed and took the tablet. “Yeah, I remember,” he muttered, scrolling away, “But this one owns Verger Meat! He’s a millionaire!”

Will got up from his chair. “Can I be excused?”

“Yeah, sure, go on.”

He left the room fast, barely able to hold in his tears, and wasn’t looking where he was going.

Which was why he slammed right into someone, only to nearly fall but was caught with ease.

He looked up as he inhaled the scent of an alpha.

And there was Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

“I….”

“Hello Will.”

Will stepped back. “I…alphas aren’t supposed to be in here.”

Hannibal smiled. “No? I wasn’t turned away at the door. Are you so certain?”

“I…”

He let out a long breath as Hannibal touched his cheek.

“Have you chosen already?”

Will purred. “N…no.”

“Hmm,” he whispered, “Then I suppose it’s safe to say I found perhaps plead my case?”

“I…”

It was then that Will noticed the blood on his arm.

He froze, reaching out to touch. “Are you hurt? Did…”

The screaming was something that would remain in his memories forever.

One second Will was filled with concern and the next Hannibal snarled when the doors burst open behind them.

“WILL GET AWAY FROM—"

He was lifted with ease as Hannibal ran from his father and Penny, and he felt sick when he saw the piles of bodies littering the floor.

Hannibal didn’t get to his car before he was tased, but he did do something no one expected.

He bit Will.

The instant euphoria was gone so fast and Will screamed as they dragged him away.

The bidding was cancelled.

No interviews.

And Hannibal was put into confinement while they tried to sever the beginning of a bond.

Will got a stipend, barely enough to do more than keep them afloat.

The Outreach informed them Hannibal had been sentenced to confinement for twenty years for killing twelve people to get to Will.

But could get out early with good behavior.

He was a thoroughbred after all.

Will could feel the bond struggling to complete as they left, and had to stop himself from letting out a distress cry when the police questioned him.

His father went into deep depression then, the drinking depleting their meager funds, and he drank himself to death five years later.

Will was sent to live with an aunt, and became a pariah even though he did get a job teaching history.

The bond refused to be severed, even after treatment, and he had nightmares every night that Hannibal would come to claim him that turned into wet dreams.

Will was pitied, ignored, and forgotten as nothing more than a joke.

Which was why when fifteen years later he got a letter saying Hannibal was freed he didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or horrified.

So he settled on being angry.

The Council informed him Hannibal had offered a million dollars for his dowry.

Will rejected it.

One day later, Hannibal showed up on his front lawn.

He felt him before he saw him, tearing up and hating his purr as he watched him exit a goddamn Bentley.

How dare he come here after everything he’d done!

Will threw open the door, careful the dogs didn’t follow, and ran out to hiss.

“GET THE HELL BACK IN THAT—"

Hannibal dropped to his knees when he saw Will and crawled across the grass as he fell at his feet.

“Will….you..,you have….”

He hugged Will’s feet, shaking, and Will froze as his neck tingled.

“What are you….”

Hannibal looked up at him, his red eyes filled with tears.

“I cannot ask for your forgiveness, Mylimasis, but I can beg for your bite. I can…I can offer my undying love and complete submission. My selfish frenzy…I cannot change, but….I will spend every second of every day making up for the pain I’ve caused and the time we lost.”

Will stared at him, the half bond clawing to be made whole, and then started to laugh as he stepped back.

“You’re lying! I can FEEL you, you idiot! You’re not sorry at all!”

Hannibal knelt back and sighed.

“I…I do regret my…impulsiveness when I let my instincts dictate my actions.”

Tears fell down Will’s face.

“ONE TIME! IT ONLY EVER HAPPENED ONE TIME IN THIRTY TWO YEARS! No one else…”

Hannibal growled. “Because I knew my wealth and status would not give me enough cache to win over your father. I….”

Will shook his head, hand coming to his neck, and could hardly see through his tears. “No damn way will I pity you for worrying some other alpha would get to buy me. My father drank himself to death after you ruined my life and no one would touch me. I never…I never wanted to be mated and had to spend fifteen years pining for a serial killer. Get the hell off my lawn and don’t you dare come back.”

He let out a sob as he ran unto the house, locking every door as he armed the security system he’d gotten for this very reason, and stared out the window.

Hannibal didn’t leave.

He just knelt there in Will’s yard.

All night long.

Will knew when he woke up this wasn’t going to end any time soon.

And hated the part of him that wished it never would.

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apiarylock · 2 years ago

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