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Summary: Khadijah attends a wedding and the life she thought she was going to live changes.

Parings: Steve Rogers x Black Original Character

Warnings: This story will eventually have darker themes. A/B/O dynamics

𝐈. Garden Party Pheromones

The venue was gorgeous. Diamond chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the tables were decorated in silver and gold place settings with black tablecloths. The wedding had been beautiful. The bride, Khadijah’s college friend, wore a princess styled ball gown with pearls and lace details. Her auburn hair had been given soft waves that were pinned in place over her right shoulder. To those who knew what to look for, a small pink scar was on her exposed left shoulder. Two months ago, Camilla had undergone a controversial surgery to remove her mating gland. As an omega, she had first fallen in love with a human, and because she loved him with everything she was, she removed the gland so they could live their lives together. Their vows had tears flowing from Khadijah’s whiskey brown eyes.

As she moved through the reception venue, Khadijah held up the bottom of her floral slit skirt in one hand and half empty champagne flute in the other. Weddings always made her feel good about love. Finding it. Experiencing it. All of what came with it just flooded her each time she was at a wedding.

Camilla had gone all out for her special day and the endless hors d'oeuvres instead of a seated meal was beneficial to everyone wanting to mingle, dance, and take photos. Their only served plate was going to be the cake towards the middle of the night. Camilla and her husband William were currently finishing up wedding photos with their bridal party and families.

“How do you even get these many chandeliers?”

Khadijah glanced up at her taller friend, Simone. The beta was dressed in a black pin striped dress and thin high stilettos. Her normally curly hair was pulled back into a slick low ponytail.

“She said they met in a chandelier shop. I think it’s cute.”

It was and the lighting bounced off Khadijah’s exposed shoulders. Her black halter style top with lace trimming had been a last-minute decision. Her previous outfit ended up with a stain she wasn’t able to get out in time. The black dress was in the back of her closet and she dressed it up with some jewelry.

“Hmpf.”

She ignored Simone’s cold demeanor. She always did this when they were in the company of their kind.

Werewolves.

As an Omega, Khadijah did her best to ignore the looks she was given as she passed Alpha after Alpha-most keeping their distance, but still watching her in ways that would make most uncomfortable. Simone was invisible in the room. She gave off no special pheromone or any particular scent that drew in attention. Instead, she smelled neutral and it was a camouflage. Sometimes, Khadijah would borrow Simone’s clothes just to blend in when she did her weekend errands.

In fact, she wanted to blend in all the time.

As she thought about it, something tickled the back of her neck. She stopped walking and glanced over her shoulder. Simone took a few more steps before she noticed.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,’ Khadijah answered while quickly looking forward.

They found their seats at a table near the bridal table and across from the now blended families. She felt the tickle again but ignored it and swallowed thickly. A pressure built where the tickle had been, and she bit down on the inside of her lip. As soon as the loud music started, she let out an exaggerated sigh. A hand landed on her thigh, and she jumped, meeting Simone’s confused face.

“What the fuck,” she mouthed.

Khadijah desperately shrugged in response. The pressure built again, and she reached for her glass, downing it in one sip. As soon as it cooled her she felt hot again. The couple danced their way to their seats as she squirmed in hers. Her legs crossed and she gripped the chair, trying to stop the incessant need to rub her thighs together.

This was unlike anything she’d felt before. Hollow. She felt hollow. Well, between her legs did. Heats were designed for both pleasure and pain relief, but this wasn’t that. She just had a deep want all of a sudden. And on cue, she could see men turn their heads in search of what she knew was her scent. Pushing up from the chair, she used the dancing and clapping crowd to find the door that led outside.

The fresh air slapped against her face as she breathed in deeply. The sun had begun to set and the white silhouette of the moon was beginning to appear in the sky. Night was falling soon and if she was going to be feeling like this, she wanted to get home and in a long hot shower.

“You’re a fast one,” a man laughed as she caught up to her outside.

She bent over, dry heaving as his scent filled her nose. Wrong. He was wrong. An alpha for sure, but not her Alpha.

“Don’t be like that,” he said dryly. “I saw you drinking. A little Omega like you shouldn’t be doing that anyway.”

Putting some space between them, Khadijah shook her head. “Leave me alone, please.”

Not to be deterred or told what to do, the man stood his ground, walking towards her like she was an animal ready to be pounced on for the kill.

“Better I find you than someone else. You should hear the way they were talking about you in there.”

As if she believed he was on any moral high ground right now. They both knew the truth, nothing about them was compatible and misery waited if anything transpired between them.

“I-I’m not…. you….no!”

Her only way to ‘safety’ was back through the double doors. The garden was enclosed with brick walls and there was no way she could scale it in her heels, or at all. He’d catch her.

“It doesn’t matter. Alpha’s stake their claim on anyway they want. With whoever they want.” He laughed at her fearful expression. “Why would I give up on pussy that smells that fucking good?”

“Lay a hand on her and I will rip your arm from it’s socket.”

Both of them turn towards the door. She heard his voice but didn’t see him. Khadijah’s’ heart was pounding at this point.

A new scent overwhelmed her, and she took a defensive step backwards. Her body was still on fire, head pounding from the music and her body telling her to both run and stay put, all the while her core still throbbed. Her panties were drenched at this point and she was humiliated this was happening.

“Yeah, yeah come out here and say that!”

Summoned, a man, easily over six feet emerged through the double doors. He undid the buttons on his tux and pocketed the cuff links that had been on his wrists. This time she took a step forward and nearly lost her balance. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water gasping for air. Blue eyes landed on her, and ease spread through her body, soothing her just enough that she found her footing and took a seat on one of the stone benches.

His voice was deep, demanding, and she clenched her hands into fists.

“You were saying,’ he prodded, stepping toe to toe with her assailant.

“She’s…she-s…’

The man cooed condescendingly while patting the much shorter man on the shoulder, hard, she could hear a bone crack and she looked up as the man yelped.

“I know. I know. She smells fucking good huh,’ he smiled. “She is mine. If I see you so much as think about thinking about her, I will kill you.” The smile dropped as he tossed, literally tossed, the man towards the door.

He jumped up and ran inside, whimpering about the pain in his shoulder.

Alone, Khadijah had stood up, her arms wrapped around her middle.

“Hello.” He greeted coolly; voice still deep but the lingering threatening bass was gone. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

She watched him slowly slide his arms out of his jacket, the muscles in his arms were huge and strained against his white button up. She took another step backwards, instinctively, when he held out the jacket for her.

“You’ll get cold soon when you come down from the high.” He explained. “C’mere.” He whispered.

There was so much going on in her head that she complied. It was much easier to just do in this moment. When she was close enough, he threw the jacket over her shoulders. His head dipped down to hers and she nervously stared up at him.

“You have a name, sweetheart?”

Khadijah nodded but didn’t speak it. The man laughed, crinkles formed around his eyes and on his forehead. Up close she could see the few greys in his thick beard.

“You want to tell me?”

She nodded again, speechless, but she wasn’t sure why. Her mind was loud and yelling at her.

He was patient as he watched her watch him.

“Khadijah,’ she whispered.

“I’m Steve.”

One of his hands snaked around her waist while the other cupped her cheek.

“Hi.”

He smiled and she melted.

“You want to be sure, don’t you?” He asked.

Of course! Her mind screamed. Instead, she smiled nervously. Leading her back to the bench, Steve took a seat and tilted his head to the side. “Go ahead.”

His neck was just as thick, and the skin was so smooth as she leaned forward and ran her nose along it. Steve smelled like bourbon, fresh rain, with a slight musk undertone. Was warm a smell? She breathed in deeply and stepped closer as he parted his legs to give her space. Steve’s hands landed on her waist and rubbed up and down her sides. He grinned as she shivered from his touch.

This was him.

Hers.

Alpha.

Khadijah felt emotions rush through her, and her knees buckled. Instead of bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders, she fell into his arms, letting him hold her as she hugged him. she was still “high”, and laser focused on the wolf in her arms. She often thought about his moment and how it would feel, but feeling it was a different story. So, she hugged him. Unable to register anything but him in the moment, Khadijah let him stand with her still in his arms. She wanted to enjoy the high for as long as she could.

When she found her footing, Khadijah slipped her arms into the jacket. As he said, the high was starting to slip and a chill was settling over her.

“There’s a lot we have to talk about.”

“I know,’ she replied.

“Would you like to come home with me?”

It was forward for him to ask, and she bit the inside of her cheek. She was sure it was raw from how much she chewed on it. Him asking wasn’t wrong or out of the ordinary. If anything, it was normal. When an Omega came across her Alpha, there was a constant pull between the two. She knew the safest place was with him. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, and she was sure of that.

“Can we go now?”

Steve had expected her to say no.

“Are you sure.”

“More than anything.”

“Then let’s go.”

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