(BL)Alpha Made

Maxwell was at his fucking limit. 

A week had gone by without his people being able to find a goddamn thing and he was ready to fucking go to his parents for help. 

He hadn't originally wanted to, since it would reveal Andrew to them, and they could then use that as blackmail against him to do their bidding, but this was getting dire. 

Andrew's ex was a really fucking piece of work. 

She was a very talented scientist, but she was insane. She'd been kicked out of several labs because she had a rather grandiose idea, and had tried to execute said idea without concern for those involved. 

The files he'd had to secretly gain access to were insane, and the plan she had? Even crazier. 

The only reason she was working at Andrew's soon to be old workplace was because her aunt was on the board of directors. Her aunt was also in charge of her, so ideally she would have been able to keep an eye on her. 

That was clearly not the case. 

At first, Maxwell hadn't thought that Andrew's ex had kidnapped him. At least, not really. Why would anyone think that? Maybe she was just being helpful, you know, making sure Andrew got somewhere safe. But as time continued to pass, and more hours creeped by, Maxwell knew something was wrong. 

Dr, Tracey Williams was a smart woman. She had one degree, and it was involved in making medicine. Medicine she had been quietly fired for making without company guidance, with company funds, and tested on company people without their permission. Several times. Why would she want to do such a thing?

She wanted to defy god, as she had put it. 

They had done an exit interview with a video at her last workplace as they had confronted her with the potential atrocities she had done. She had given her coworkers, betas, special drugs to try and change their secondary genders. It had done nothing, of course, besides cause them a horrendous amount of pain. She had done so, after taking blood and hair samples from them without their permission and conducted 'tests' on it to find their potential of becoming a different secondary gender. She was of the belief that everyone had a chance to become something better, or greater as she had put it. 

She was fucking nuts. 

She believed that she had found the hidden gene that could turn someone from a beta, into an alpha or omega. As an omega herself, this was an insane proposal. Most others thought she was insane, and that it was dangerous. One of the betas she had given this experimental drug to had lost their sense of smell for the rest of their life. She was lucky it was something others would consider 'minor' in the court of law, but because the company she had been working for didn't want to reveal that they were creating experimental drugs, they had quietly swept this under the rug. 

Maxwell had only been able to find it out because the Fulton's now owed him a favour. He had cashed it in to try and get Andrew some help, and instead found a fucking landmine. 

It wasn't hard to connect the dots of where her mind was going. Andrew was tall, and Maxwell himself had mistaken him for an alpha on presence alone. He could not be the only one who thought that. He would be the perfect subject to experiment on because he had no loved ones. 

Maxwell had discovered, like he had assumed, that Andrew had no living family members. His mother had died in his early twenties, late teens, and she had no siblings to speak of. He had no idea about grandparents, but given he hadn't spoken about them, but had his mother, he didn't think he had those either. He was the perfect victim. 

And Maxwell fucking hated that. 

So he had sent out his people to dig up every fucking thing they could find on this crazy ass bitch, and they had found a lot, but not Andrew. 

Which led Maxwell to think, someone had believed her. 

Someone had listened to this crazy bitch, and believed her. Only another insane person would do that. 

Unfortunately, it seemed like they were a crazy person with money. 

Maxwell was pretty sure he was smoking a pack of cigarettes a day. Normally, he was able to hold himself back, but the stress was eating him alive. He had no idea where Andrew was, or what was happening to him. He was losing his mind. 

All he could feel was this sick, worried lump in his chest. He just knew something awful was happening to his beta, and he hated that. He wanted Andrew home, and safe, and somewhere where he could protect him. 

He just hoped that when he finally got Andrew home, he wasn't broken. 

~

Andrew woke up to a strange noise in his cement room. He wasn't sure what it was at first, but as his consciousness came to, he realised that he knew that sound. 

It was him. He was making the noise, and he was immediately disgusted. 

He was panting, hard as a fucking rock, and was moaning as the soft fabric on his wrists and ankles rubbed. The worst part? He was sure he could cum if he rubbed them a little harder. He had no idea why he was like this. It was alarming, it was scary, and he hated feeling like he didn't know his own body. Like he didn't own it anymore. 

Flushed, warm, and just wanting to cum, Andrew grit his teeth to try and control himself. He wasn't an animal, he could control his base desires. He was a beta. Beta, beta, beta. He was not whatever they wanted to turn him into.

The large metal door squeaked open, the hinges needing to be oiled. Andrew knew they wouldn't do that, since it was an easy way for them to find out if he had escaped. 

"Andy, what's-oh my god." Tracey's voice was muffled, before she rushed into view. She had colour riding high on her cheeks, and her eyes were practically glowing. "Oh my god, I can smell you. I can smell you. Andy, are you?" She glanced over him, before doing a slower, more methodical look over him. "You're in a rut, aren't you? Your first rut. Oh my god, oh my god! It worked! This formula worked! I have to go tell the doctor!" Tracey was getting super excited, but Andrew? 

Andrew was fucking done with this shit. 

"Tracey, wait, are you just…going to leave me?" Andrew asked, making himself seem as pitiful as possible. He knew Tracey was an omega, and in her excitement, she had left the door open. He could see into the hallway, and knew that there wasn't a guard directly in his line of sight, but that meant nothing. One could be behind the other wall. It didn't matter. This was his chance. 

"W-What do you mean?" Tracey asked, blinking as she stared at Andrew. 

"I can't take it Tracey. I need help. Would you…help me?" He asked, staring at her. He watched as her expression shifted, before she glanced around. He could tell she was nervous. "If you don't want to…assist me, could you at least move my arms? With them behind my back, I can't…you know. Please? I don't know what's going on. I just want to cum." It was the last sentence that did her in. Tracey licked her lips, staring at Andrew's bobbing cock, before she swallowed. 

She moved in towards him, taking the keys out of her pocket. As if to entice him, she pressed her body against his, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest. Andrew bit his lip to hide his moan, and that seemed to egg her on more. Andrew could feel her moving, and the weight on his arms lifted. Slowly, she moved his hands until they were at the front of his body. 

Andrew didn't pounce immediately, knowing that she would expect that of him. Instead, he burrowed his head into her shoulder, sniffing as if he really liked her scent. He didn't. She smelled awful to him. 

"Tracey…" He murmured, and she shook. 

"Holy shit. Holy shit." She muttered, as her hands threaded in his hair. He was sure it was disgusting, since they'd been bathing him with cold water, but that was fine. He didn't need to care about that right now. Right now, he needed to escape. 

He pressed kisses against her skin, lulling her into a false sense of security, and when it finally seemed like she had her guard down, Andrew placed a hand on her neck, as if to angle her head for a kiss. 

It was a lie. 

Andrew began to choke her. 

The look of betrayal on her eyes as he pressed hard enough to cut off the airflow to her body was something he would never forget, nor would he want to. He had to fight his own compulsion to kill her. 

Andrew would always, always be better than he father, even in this circumstance. 

Once she was out, he stole the keys from her body, unlocking his ankles in the process. He gave himself only a few minutes to recover, before he began moving through the building. Andrew had no idea why, but most of the guards were alphas, and as soon as they saw him, or smelt him, they were on their knees, gasping. He wasn't sure why, since he couldn't smell them.

He was halfway through the building when he started to get unbearably tired. 

Putting one foot in front of the other became difficult, and his head became fuzzy. Andrew could not let himself pass out. He was not allowed to. No. No no no. Think of something, anything! Anything that will get you out of here! Come on Andrew, you can do this!

Maxwell.

Maxwell had to be worried sick about him.

How excited would he be when Andrew made it out of this alive? Would he let Andrew hug him? Thinking of his little frame, with those serious, but beautiful blue eyes of his gave Andrew the strength to keep going. 

And Andrew made it out of the house he had been kept in. And he kept moving, kept going, in the dark of the night, following a trail he didn't even know he was connected to.