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Tough Cute Omega
Howl Academy Babies, Volume 1
Eva Lyra
Published by White Owl Press, 2021.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
TOUGH CUTE OMEGA
First edition. February 8, 2021.
Copyright © 2021 Eva Lyra.
Written by Eva Lyra.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
TOUGH CUTE OMEGA | Howl Academy Babies
Chapter One: Tiberius
Chapter Two: Reese
Chapter Three: Tiberius
Chapter Four: Reese
Chapter Five: Tiberius
Chapter Six: Reese
Chapter Seven: Tiberius
Chapter Eight: Reese
Chapter Nine: Tiberius
Chapter Ten: Reese
Chapter Eleven: Tiberius
Chapter Twelve: Reese
Chapter Thirteen: Tiberius
Chapter Fourteen: Reese
Chapter Fifteen: Tiberius
Chapter Sixteen: Reese
Chapter Seventeen: Tiberius
Chapter Eighteen: Reese
Chapter Nineteen: Tiberius
Chapter Twenty: Reese
Chapter Twenty-One: Tiberius
Chapter Twenty-Two: Reese
Chapter Twenty-Three: Tiberius
Chapter Twenty-Four: Reese
Chapter Twenty-Five: Tiberius (Three months later)
Chapter Twenty-Six: Reese
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Tiberius
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Reese
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Tiberius
Chapter Thirty: Reese
Chapter Thirty-One: Tiberius
EPILOGUE | Tiberius
TOUGH CUTE OMEGA
Howl Academy Babies
Being an omega in an alpha-dominated world isn’t easy...
Reese is tough, however, and can handle anything this academy full of arrogant alphas can throw at him. Or at least he hopes so. He has a scholarship and all his ducks in a row... until Tiberius, alpha son of a powerful werewolf clan, hires him as help and keeps shooting him those hot looks... Everything in Reese wants to submit to the powerful alpha, but is that a good idea?
Being an alpha from a powerful clan comes with responsibilities...
Tiberius is supposed to marry into a good family, claim a rich omega and have plenty of babies to continue his line—but the only omega he wants is Reese. When one day Reese takes off without a word, Tiberius realizes just how much the pretty omega means to him.
What he doesn’t imagine is that Reese has some important news for him, news that will change both their lives...
* This is a 55,000-word mpreg shifter novel with humor and angst and misunderstandings that lead nevertheless to love and cute babies! Intended for adult readers.*
Eva Lyra
Copyright © Eva Lyra 2021
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, events, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Cover art: Eva Lyra
Chapter One: Tiberius
“It’s time for you to find an omega to marry,” his old man had said.
The old wolf hadn’t been joking, either. Tiberius was nineteen, and an alpha, so he was well aware that mating with a suitable omega and producing offspring was his duty, but hell, he thought he had a couple of years left before he was tied down with brats of his own.
He was still studying, for fuck’s sake, at the prestigious military and business Howl Academy that his fathers and forefathers had attended, taking military shifter history and politics, marketing and economics, all that was required to inherit the family business and be a worthy son.
The business his beta brother Emanuel understood perfectly and wanted to manage, but couldn’t, because the Tiberius was alpha, and alphas had responsibilities.
Fuck. Like this goddamn marriage thing—
“Ty, what’s up, man?” Marcus approached in long strides and lifted his hand to high-five him, then lowered it with a grimace. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Nothing.”
“The hell you say. What did your dad do this time?”
Heat spread up Tiberius’s neck. “Nothing. He’s not—”
“Ty.” Shrewd dark eyes glared at him from a lean, handsome face. “Talk to me. Come on, man.”
But Tiberius dragged his hair away from his face and turned away. “Not in the mood. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“No way. Coming with ya.”
He bumped Tiberius’s shoulder companionably and started telling him about the new videogame he’d got, describing the weapons and the races. On any given day, Tiberius would’ve let his friend distract him, but it wasn’t working this time.
On the way to the alpha salon, they collected Nero, their quiet third wheel, and headed straight for their corner.
Alphas had their own sitting area with a cafeteria and bar. They owned the Academy, and the world. The salon was a symbol of that. Omegas served them for credits. Betas remained in the general cafeteria of the Academy, unless their status changed.
Tiberius sank in the plush velvet chair and pressed the button to call an omega to serve them drinks. He’d probably skip classes today. Get buzzed, or stoned, or both, and forget his duties for a few hours.
Tugging his black military jacket open, rubbing at his clan’s brand on the side of his neck out of habit, he leaned back. The collar of his shirt felt stifling, so he popped a few buttons, too.
That’s when the silence at the table hit him. It was Nero, who was quieter than usual. He was rubbing at the faint scar on his cheek, a scar he always refused to talk about, and had a dark look in his green eyes.
“What’s up, pup?” Tiberius muttered. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“None of your business,” Nero snarled.
“Oh, I see. It’s one of those days, huh? Cheer up, man.”
“Shut up, Ty. Not all of us were weaned off unicorn teats and fart rainbows when we walk.”
“Damn. It is one of those days. Joy.” Tiberius glanced around. At least he’d get some food and drink in him. “Where are all the omegas? Is nobody available today?”
“Told you that you should have taken a Boi on,” Marcus muttered, shoving a chestnut strand of hair out of his eyes. “You can afford it, unlike me.”
“That’s what happens when you throw your money away on Lotus Academy events and parties,” Tiberius said darkly. “Besides, I told you, I don’t want a Boi following me around like a fucking pet.”
“Why not? Lots of pretty omegas have just come in. Betcha lots of them need the credits and would do just about anything for them.” Marcus winked at him and licked his lips. “Anything, my friend.”
It reminded Tiberius of the old wolf’s words and he scowled. “Fuck off.”
A “Boi” was what the folks at Howl Academy called a “kept” omega: an omega you paid to be your servant, following you when you weren’t in class to fulfill your every desire. Those consisted mostly of running to buy the alpha drinks and cigarettes, serve the booze, clean up, things like that, though it was a well-known fact, as Marcus had remarked, that often it went beyond that and Bois were often used for sexual pleasure.
Some alphas were turned on by desperation.
Not Tiberius. Besides, what if he got an omega pregnant
? The wrong omega, not the high-born his father wanted him to marry? That would be a spectacular failure in his filial duties.
And he didn’t care for having a brat to take care of. God fuck, what had gotten into the old wolf’s head? Alphas were expected to finish the Academy and then take their time before creating a family.
“Are we getting a fucking drink or what?” Nero muttered, dragging his fingers through his white-blond short hair. “I need to knock myself out.”
Shooting him a concerned look, Tiberius pressed the button again, then decided he’d had enough and got up to grab a passing omega by the arm.
“You!” he growled. “You’re serving us. Move.”
The omega let out a surprised oof as Tiberius hauled him to their corner and stood swaying as he was released, dark hair falling in his eyes like silken tassels.
Tiberius sank back in his chair and flicked a finger at the omega. “Burgers, bloody. A bottle of Scotch and a box of Cubans. Lots of ice. And some weed, if you find it, but only if it’s good quality. Here.” He pulled out a wad of bills and pushed them over the table. “Should be enough to cover it all.”
The omega blinked as he reached for the money. He had very long dark lashes, Tiberius noted idly, over very blue eyes.
Pretty.
And clueless. A total newbie from the looks of it. Delicate and slender, with creamy skin and soft, tousled dark hair, he stood there uncertainly in his omega tunic—a soft, half-transparent habit with white pants underneath.
And then the scent hit him. Sweet and musky, it curled inside Tiberius, getting his dick unbearably hard and his balls tight.
What was this? A quick glance at the others showed him they weren’t getting aroused like he was. Was that scent coming from the omega? It couldn’t be the omega being in heat if the other alphas weren’t affected.
“Boi, go get!” Marcus slapped him on the ass, making him blush, and the omega turned and hurried away, presumably to do their bidding.
Leaving Tiberius achingly hard and wondering and pissed as hell.
“Don’t touch him again,” he ground out. “Ever again. Hear me?”
“Hm...Interesting,” Marcus said.
“What is?”
“What you just said. And the way you look at him. Haven’t seen you pay attention to any omega until this one, and there’s plenty of pretty faces around, though you generally don’t seem to notice.”
“Dunno what the fuck you’re talking about,” Tiberius grunted.
“Don’t you, now...”
Tiberius huffed and ran his hands through his hair. “I just hope he brings the drinks quickly. I need a hit and I need it now.”
***
The omega did indeed return quickly with what they ordered—minus the weed. Then again, being newbie, he wouldn’t know where to get it just yet. He balanced the glasses and bottle and the pack of cigars in his arms, managing to settle everything down on the low table without breaking. He was out of breath. His cheeks were flushed, making his blue eyes look brighter, and—
Why the hell was Tiberius noticing such things now?
Fuck, Marcus was right, this was interesting in an unsettling way. An uncomfortable way. Tiberius winces as he shifted in his seat, still unbearably hard. What the fuck, right? He wasn’t twelve anymore, to sprout erections at the drop of a hat. Pretty eyes, pretty omega—sure, yeah. Still not enough to get him hard on most days.
Marcus was unbuttoning his jacket, too, but that had probably to do with the heating inside the salon—or the omegas moving among the tables. With his dark blond hair slicked back, his dark eyes, his wide shoulders and strong body, he never had trouble finding a bed warmer. None of them did. It was just that all the talk about families and babies had put a damper on Tiberius’s libido.
Which sucked big time.
“Boi, what’s your name?”
It was Nero asking, and fuck him for asking before Tiberius had a chance to open his damn mouth and ask first.
“My name’s Reese, alpha.” The omega bowed his head, that silky dark hair sliding over his eyes, hiding them. “Of Clan Saber.”
God damn, he was cute.
“Clan Saber,” Nero muttered. “Are you by any chance related to Lord Ailey?”
A flash of wide blue eyes. “Yes, alpha. He’s my uncle.”
Nero nodded. “You look like him.”
Tiberius frowned. “The alpha lord who won the Grand Tournament ten years ago, against the bewitched weredragon and the Fae knight?”
“The very same.” Nero looked pleased with himself. “A good clan.”
The color on the omega’s smooth cheeks deepened. “My lords, alphas, do you need me for anything else, or will you pay and allow me to go?”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Tiberius heard himself say as if from a distance. “You’ll be my Boi, starting from now. So get yourself down here, at my feet, omega, and obey my wishes.”
Chapter Two: Reese
The alphas were impressive and overwhelming. Reese had grown up around betas mostly, also some omegas, and it certainly was a different experience.
The three alphas who’ve called him to serve them were just... beautiful. Tall, broad-shouldered, intimidating, with wild hairdos and the symbols of their clans branded on their necks, as much as one could see from their unbuttoned jackets.
And especially one of them... the one who came and grabbed him and dragged him to their table... Wow. Reese could still feel the imprint of those steely fingers around his forearm, could smell the spicy alpha musk, could see those intense dark eyes under the fall of hair...
Reese had been slick with arousal as he’d stood at their table, as he’d run away to fetch everything they required.
As the beautiful alpha had demanded Reese be his Boi, his butler.
“Alpha... I’m honored.” Reese bowed deeper.
Honored and scared half to death, but he was amazingly lucky, really. He’d stressed since he’d arrived at Howl Academy about how to fund his stay here—his scholarship only covered the Academy fees—and now he was offered a way.
If the alpha wasn’t cruel. If he didn’t try to force himself on Reese. He’d heard horrifying stories.
And it still wasn’t enough to kill his arousal.
“Good. It’s a deal, then,” the alpha said, a note of deep satisfaction in his voice. “I’m Tiberius of Clan Crescent. Now come.”
Reese went to kneel at his feet and the alpha’s big hand landed on Reese’s hair in a brief acknowledgment, the weight comforting.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” the pale-haired alpha sitting beside Tiberius said. “Didn’t you just say you didn’t want a Boi?”
Reese blinked. The alpha hadn’t wanted a paid manservant? Then why had he demanded Reese’s service?
“I changed my mind, got a problem with that?” Tiberius drawled. His voice was so deep and rough, it tickled Reese’s skin, raised the fine hairs on his arms. Made him want to crawl closer, lay his head in his alpha’s lap.
His alpha’s? God, what was wrong with him?
Shivering, he waited for the alpha to give him something to do. That spicy scent all around him had him clenching and needing inside, his hole hot and wet. How weird. He’d only been in heat a couple of times, and it felt different. It didn’t feel like he was in heat, rather that he was... in lust.
Huh.
How embarrassing.
He only hoped nobody would notice.
***
Serving an alpha wasn’t easy. Tiberius of clan Crescent was demanding—a spoilt wolf who liked his Scotch and smokes at any time of the day or night. Reese needed to focus on his studies, but how could he when Tiberius kept calling him in the middle of the night, demanding Reese join him in the salon or his room, bringing along everything Tiberius decided he needed, from sweets to pillows and lamps?
The alpha obviously couldn’t even wipe his own ass on his own.
That’s one fine ass, though...
And Reese was f
ucked in the head. Letting his body’s needs override the annoyed little voice in his head. He did need the credits, though, so maybe that was for the best. What he needed to do was keep his head down and do whatever was asked of him. If he made enough to live on and managed to pass his exams, he was set. His uncle had spent all he’s made at the tournament to help Reese, but that money had quickly run out. Now it was up to Reese to get his diploma and make his way in life.
He was grateful to the handsome alpha for taking him in his service. Moaning and complaining about the hours was stupid.
So don’t be stupid, Reese, he admonished himself as he ran to grab bottles of gin for the gin and tonics Tiberius and his buddies wanted tonight. Show that you’re grateful. Thank the ancestors’ spirits for giving you this opportunity.
Besides, Tiberius really wasn’t hard on the eyes...
Shaking his head at himself, patting the money Tiberius had given him in his pocket, Reese hurried to the Academy gate, showed the guard standing there Tiberius’ alpha privileges card, also on loan, and made it out of the Academy grounds. He took the familiar path to the nearest liquor store, and entered, nodding at the store owner.
Age didn’t matter when you were an alpha. So many advantages, so many privileges, and Tiberius used his status to get booze and cigars.
Suppressing a sigh, Reese showed the card and money, and asked for all he’d been tasked with buying.
Remember, he told himself. Gratefulness. No bitching and moaning.
Got it.
The seller nodded at Reese, familiar with him already, barely glancing at Tiberius’ card before loading the bottles and boxes in a bag and handing it over. Money exchanged hands, and Reese made his way back to the Academy.
He was tired. His back hurt and his legs and arms felt heavy from today’s physical exercises, his brain tired from the classes. Tiberius had roused him from deep sleep to do his bidding and he weaved a little on his feet. He needed coffee. And something sweet. A pity he had to save every penny of what Tiberius gave him to pay for his room and his meals.