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Quinn slipped for the umpteenth time that day, landing hard on his backside. He heard snickering in the background as the other staff laughed at his clumsiness.
"You know Quinn, those 'wet floor' signs are there for a reason. And considering you put them there it shouldn't have been too hard for you to notice it" Nathan laughed as he neatly stepped over the Omega's body which was currently sprawled out ungracefully on the marble floor.
"Yeah, and that's the fourth dish you've broken this morning. Keep this up and you'll become very familiar with the newspaper's vacancy section." Jenson sneered unattractively at Quinn, not bothering to help him up. Quinn usually had the gracefulness of a cat but lately, he was about as graceful as a dog in heels.
He was a mess and he knew it but it was so hard to concentrate on his work when his private life was falling apart.
His Alpha, Mason had begun doing drugs again and it was really taking a toll on his new job, last year after using a bit of cocaine he'd tried to punch his boss and had promptly gotten fired, Mason hadn't been able to hold down a job after that. Until recently when he was hired as a part-time builder at a construction site where he was paid by the hour.
And now they struggled with the rent and it was even harder to take care of their children while living off Quinn's meagre wage. His Alpha wasted all their savings; he spends all his money and time indulging in what little drugs he could get his hands on.
Quinn sighed as he hung up his apron for the day, he had another six-hour shift at a bar starting from 10:00 pm, leaving him little under ten minutes to get there.
Two hours into his shift and the usual aggravating Alphas entered for their late night celebration as usual. This was the part of his job he liked the least, these men were annoying. Especially when they wanted to have a little 'fun', as they so eloquently put it.
"Hey Quinn, how you doing" Jasper, one of the less annoying Alphas, asked wriggling his golden eyebrows suggestively.
"Yeah baby, how's your fine ass doing?" Another Alpha, Johnny, called. He smacked Quinn's ass as the Omega walked past.
"I'm good" Quinn answered Jasper with a smile, pointedly ignoring Johnny. Jasper was one of the nicer Alphas and he doesn't get too drunk unlike his friends, but it looked like tonight was a special occasion seeing as Jasper had four empty glasses in front of him.
"What are you celebrating tonight Jasper. You don't drink this much without a reason" Quinn said as he wiped the spilt beer from their table, cautiosly keeping his ass out of the reach of the drunk Alphas.
"Oh it's no big deal; I just got promoted at work today." Jasper beamed clearly proud of his achievement. Quinn congratulated him and gave him a free pint of beer; he felt a pang of hurt rising in his chest. Why couldn't his husband be like Jasper, why couldn't he be gentle, caring and ambitious. His husband, Mason was too laid-back up to the point where he was a lazy slob, doing nothing all day albeit drinking and smoking with the occasional touch of drugs.
Any beta or Omega who had a relationship with Jasper was very lucky, even if he did have idiots for friends.
When the men finally finished their drinks and staggered out, Quinn said goodbye to his boss after cleaning the tables and started the long walk to his little two bedroom apartment.
He wasn't aware one of the drunken Alphas had been hanging around in the shadows waiting for him to leave.
When he finally came out, the man snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around Quinn’s waist.
Quinn screamed, whipping around to catch a glimpse of his ambusher and in the process accidentally smacking the drunken man around the face with his long, sunset coloured locks. The Alpha let go off him in complete surprise at the unexpected attack and Quinn took the opportunity to make his escape, running as fast as his little legs could take him, not even bothering to look behind him and see if whoever it was that had attacked him was still after him.
He luckily made it home in one piece and leaned against the closed door trying to stop his heart from forcing its way out of his mouth. When he successfully stopped himself from regurgitating his dinner he wondered what would have happened had he not escaped, he shuddered as he pictured the most obvious thing that would've happened to an Omega like him. He would rather take his chances with his abusive husband.
Speaking of his so called husband he was supposed to be awake now getting ready for work, his work starts at five in the morning, and it was already 4:30 am. Instead the man was sprawled out on the sofa, empty bottles of alcohol surrounding him and a half empty bottle still in his grasp even though he was out cold. White powder was smeared across his pale face, some had even gotten on his dark brown hair.
Quinn spotted a used syringe that wasn't very well hidden under the couch, and the whole living room was fogged over with cigarette smoke. Quinn felt tears well up in his bright jade eyes behind his glasses and his vision blurred. Mason had promised he would stay off the drugs and alcohol but he never does and now he'd probably get very violent when he woke up.
Quinn tapped his husband on the shoulder gently, trying to at least make sure he wasn't late for work although Quinn doubted Mason could function in the state he currently was.
"The hell do you want?" Mason swatted at the arm tapping at him, he wanted to sleep dammit and the last thing he needed is some Omega bitch disturbing him.
"It's time for work, honey. Come on get up, you're gonna be late" Quinn insisted.
"Oh that, I already got fired from that yesterday" Mason said and he went back to sleep.
"What?" Quinn could not believe his ears. He got fired again, this would be the 4th job he couldn't hang on to.
"Shut the hell up, some of us are trying to sleep here." Mason said, "Now go find something to do, you're annoying the hell outta me".
Quinn stood there unable to say anything.
Mason opened his eyes again and saw that Quinn was still standing there, he growled and pushed the Omega to his knees.
“If you’re just gonna stand there, might as well make yourself useful. This is all you’re ever gonna be useful for, nothing but an Omega bitch, aren’t you”. Mason pulled down his sweatpants and forced Quinn to open his mouth and suck his cock.
Quinn did it without hesitation he didn’t want to make the Alpha any madder than he already was, besides he was used to being called an Omega bitch and treated like one, in fact some people believe it’s used as a term of endearment from an Alpha to their Omega, that made Quinn scoff, Mason never had a kind word to say to him and when he called him an Omega bitch it was meant to degrade and belittle him and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Why am I still with him? Oh right, because Omegas can be treated like trash and no one bats an eye. Plus I’ve been with Mason for so long. I should be used to this.
Mason shoved Quinn’s head further down his erection, choking him as the Omega tried desperately to breathe through his nose.
The alpha came deep in his throat and shoved him away, sending him crashing into the coffee table.
Quinn whimpered and picked himself off the floor and briskly walked away before Mason recovered from his orgasm and demand more than just a blowjob from him.
He went into the second bedroom to kiss his already sleeping kids goodnight, they were the only thing keeping him from doing something drastic, he wasn’t sure how long he could take this.