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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      Sons_of_Anarchy
  Relationship:
      Tara_Knowles/Jax_Teller, Fiona_Larkin/Chibs_Telford, Juice_Ortiz/Chibs
      Telford, Clay_Morrow/Gemma_Teller_Morrow, Gemma_Teller_Morrow/Nero
      Padilla, Tig_Trager/Venus_Van_Dam, Herman_Kozik/Tig_Trager, Donna
      Winston/Opie_Winston, Lyla_Winston/Opie_Winston, Juice_Ortiz/Kerrianne
      Larkin-Telford, Gemma_Teller_Morrow/Wayne_Unser, Luanne_Delaney/Otto
      Delaney, Kerrianne_Larkin-Telford/Dawn_Trager, Ron_Tully/Juice_Ortiz,
      Happy_Lowman/Original_Female_Character(s)
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      Juice_Ortiz, Juice_Ortiz's_Mother, Jax_Teller, Opie_Winston, Chibs
      Telford, Kerrianne_Larkin-Telford, Clay_Morrow, Gemma_Teller_Morrow, Tig
      Trager, Dawn_Trager, Fawn_Trager, Bobby_Munson, Herman_Kozik, Half-Sack
      Epps, Wayne_Unser, Chuck_Marstein, Tara_Knowles, Abel_Teller, Donna
      Winston, Lyla_Winston, Ron_Tully, Cameron_Hayes, Jimmy_O'Phelan, Fiona
      Larkin, Venus_Van_Dam, Piney_Winston, David_Hale, Jacob_Hale, Dion_(Sons
      of_Anarchy), Marcus_Alvarez, Nero_Padilla, June_Stahl, Lowell_Harland_Jr,
      Otto_Delaney, Luann_Delaney, Ellie_Winston, Kenny_Winston, Original
      Female_Character(s), Original_Male_Character(s), Happy_Lowman
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      Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolf, Werewolf_Biology, Werewolf_Politics,
      Werewolf_Culture, Werewolf_Hunters, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha
      Males, Werewolf_Mates, mentions_of_mpreg_(Not_actually_involved),
      Mentions_of_Suicide, Mentions_of_Rape, Stalking, Knotting, Sexual
      Content, Unresolved_Sexual_Tension, Public_Sex, Shower_Sex, Threesome,
      Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Implied_Mind_Rape, Implied/Referenced
      Torture, Underage_Masturbation, Underage_Sex, Rape_Aftermath, Statutory
      Rape, Past_Abortion, Implied/Referenced_Abortion, Dark, like_incredibly
      dark, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Poor_treatment_of_Omegas, Rare_omegas
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      Published: 2014-12-02 Updated: 2015-09-07 Chapters: 19/? Words: 17344
****** Wolf Pack ******
by Femalefonzie
Summary
     In a world where the supernatural meets the natural, werewolves are
     known to join gangs or clubs to find packs necessary for their
     survival. There are certain standard rules of these types of packs
     though. One alpha, no mating without the pack's approval, no going
     behind your fellow pack members and most importantly, no omegas.
     Omegas are frail, emotional little things, only good for breeding and
     fucking. Rare too. Especially the male ones. They aren't cut out for
     being outlaws, only the bitches of outlaws.
     Until now the Sons Of Anarchy, werewolf MC, followed this rule but
     then one desperate omega in need of protection snuck his way into
     their ranks and they grew to care for him. So when trouble from this
     rare creature's past comes haunting him, the sons have to decide
     whether or not they can afford to brake this "Sacred" rule and keep
     their lying pack mate safe or keep to their old ways and avoid
     conflicts with just about every pack on the west coast.
***** Chapter 1 *****
As far back as anyone could remember the supernatural and the natural worlds
had been mixing together, doing a horizontal tango if you would, and yet
thousands of years later there still wasn't a warm reception to any creature
who didn't classify as one hundred percent human. Does that surprise you
though? At least by now these beings could step outside without being shot full
of silver by pissed off hunters and heretics fearing for the safety of the
community. That was a major improvement, and a recent one too. Those laws only
passed in the last one years. 
Following world war two these creatures grew restless and desperate. They
needed to stick together, for their own survival. Especially the werewolves
which were still being gunned down by every trigger happy hunter looking to
make a quick buck for their pelts, teeth and bones. Werewolves...they were
valuable. Bones and teeth that could make strong blades and clubs, pelts that
were worth more than even a Siberian tiger's coat...It became necessary for
them to live without fear. 
Packs, werewolf packs, they'd been around for centuries. Since the creatures
first came into existence but this was different. These weren't normal packs.
These packs lived together, stayed together, worked together. Their families
developed together, their cubs grew up knowing everyone within the pack, grew
up calling these other werewolves not connected by blood their family. A front
would be constructed, a business that would give them the appearance of
innocence, while secretly they worked behind the scenes on whatever illegal
shit tickled their fancy. Garages were popular. Wolves liked to get dirty, to
work on manly things to prove their strength. Naturally, back then, these
fronts were typically in alpha and beta dominated professions. Ones that omegas
were not encouraged to go into. 
The rules came along shortly after the first of these packs were set up. No one
could remember who made them. No one could remember if they had ever even been
written down but for these packs, these rules became sacred. 
   1. One Alpha
   2. No Mating Without The Pack's Approval
   3. No Going Behind Your Fellow Pack Members
   4. No Omegas
Omegas were bitches. Made for the sole purpose of being breed and bringing the
next generation of pups into the world. Humans hated omegas. Most likely a
reaction to the fact a beta female or alpha female could impregnate an omega
female without the need for a male, and that an alpha male or beta male could
impregnate an omega male. To most wolves it didn't seem like that big of a
deal. Omega males had strange anatomies so it wasn't like the cubs were popping
out of their asses every time they took a fucking shit or something. Omega Male
pregnancies were shorter than females, lasting only six months, and even then
the cubs didn't grow that big. A pregnant omega male one day away from labor
could be standing in front of you and you wouldn't even be able to tell. That
didn't change the fact though. Omegas were bitches, and treated like bitches.
Especially the males, which were rare and far between. 
Humans considered omegas disgusting and higher ranking werewolves considered
them lower beings, but needed. Each year the numbers of omegas decreased
dramatically, to the point where it became common for them to be fought over,
kidnapped and sold in underground auctions. It became an every day thing for an
omega who hadn't even had their first heat to be stolen from their parents in
the middle of the night and sold to some wolf twenty years older than them to
carry their pups. It became something normal, to see a boy or girl just hitting
puberty, walking down the street with a wolf double the age walking beside
them, as they pushed a baby carriage containing their cubs. 
Jax Teller had always found it disgusting but it wasn't any of his personal
business. Charming hadn't produced an omega male or female in years and the
ones that did come into town were either married or protected like treasure by
their parents. He always figured it came from when he met Tig's daughters Fawn
and Dawn. Twin omega females. Or at least they used to be, until Dawn went and
killed an alpha, thus becoming one herself. Fawn was still an omega though.
Protected by her dad and her sister, until she became mates with her longtime
boyfriend and left Charming for good. Chibs' omega daughter Kerrianne might
have had a part to play in his opinion too. Unmated, pretty, young, fertile,
with powerful connections thanks to her stepfather and mother...She was sent to
Charming after Jimmy O'Phelan stole the title of alpha of the IRA out from
under Chibs. Her mother didn't trust Jimmy to keep his hands off her and
neither did her father. She was only a cub though, Jax used to babysit for her
for some extra cash. If it wasn't for the twelve year age difference, Jax may
have mated her by now. He liked the girl, and she'd do good as the mate of a
future alpha. 
But the age difference turned him off...well that and the fact the former alpha
Chibs would rip his balls off without a second thought.
Dawn and him had sex the night she became an alpha. The two of them had been
kinda curious to see what sex with another alpha would be like and each other
seemed like good options for this little...experiment. They could have one
night stands without getting attached. Dawn was...a good lay but she wasn't his
mate. He couldn't be her mate. Alphas were too...dominating and even though Jax
was only on the verge of becoming alpha when Clay finally decided to retire, he
had already developed the mindset and dominating nature of one. It just wasn't
a good match. 
At one point, Jax had thought he'd found his mate. A human girl...but that
wasn't going anywhere. She left after finishing high school, before he could
even tell her what he was. Not that it would make any kind of difference.
Humans hated werewolves...
...Maybe her leaving was for the better. This way he'd never have to see the
look on her beautiful face when he told her he was a monster by birth. 
He shouldn't have been thinking about this so much. He needed to focus on his
task at hand. A new group of prospects had signed up and were starting their
probationary period today. This was supposed to be a fun day of watching those
little runts squirm and beg and humiliate themselves over and over again until
the day was done. Sure, prospecting was an entire year of nonstop humiliation
but the first day was always supposed to be the worst. A day of hazing similar
to that as in that movie Dazed and Confused only without all that weird
paddling bullshit that the seniors pulled. That was just fucking creepy on all
levels. 
Just from one look at these bastards Jax could tell many of them weren't going
to patch in. These pups didn't have the balls to be in an outlaw pack and by
the end of the day, all five of them would be running out of the clubhouse with
their tales between their legs and their jeans stained with piss. 
 Tig had started the torment early. Picked out the biggest of the bunch, made
him dress up in one of Fawn's old tutus from when she was determined to be a
ballerina and was having him clean his bike until it sparkled. The other
prospects watched in amazement, trying to keep themselves from laughing and
forgetting that soon it would be them. That when it came to day one, there was
no mercy shown. You had to prove your worth, had to be willing to do anything
in order to align themselves with the club. Their arrogance would be stripped
from them. The sooner the better. 
"Hey you bitches!" The shout came from across the yard and the voice belonged
to Happy Lowman, A nomad who made it to every prospect's first day for the sole
purpose of blowing off steam and seeing these boys make fools out of
themselves. "You want to join the fucking club you gotta earn it! Ol'Tiggy's
got the right idea! Come on you bastards, get on your hands and knees! Like the
fucking bitches you are!"
The other prospects all exchanged nervous looks before slowly dropping down
onto their knees, then their hands. One bit down on his lip nervously, hard
enough for the wolves to smell his blood trickling out from his lips. 
"What's the point of this?" He asked.
"SHUT UP!" Jax snapped at him, and kicked the younger man hard on the ass. He
fell forward and bashed his jaw off the pavement before scrambling back onto
his hands and knees quickly. "Prospects don't talk, unless spoken to! Until you
patch in, you're all as big of bitches as omegas!"
The prospect who spoke wiped some blood from his face and cracked his jaw
before filing back into formation. From the sound the kid made when he ate the
pavement, his jaw had broken. Jax could see some blood dribbling out of his
mouth but the prospect stayed on his hands and knees, waiting until someone
said he could move. It made the other club members watching the hazing smirk
and holler at him. 
"Such a good bitch!"
"Aye, just needs a firm hand to keep 'em in place!"
"On his hands and knees like a common omega whore!"
Other prospects in the group showed signs of beginning to crack under the
weight of such heavy insults but the one who'd spoken out of term first...he
showed no signs of emotion what so ever. It made Jax wonder what would make him
so desperate to join a pack that he would put up with being called one of the
worst things on the planet repeatedly to his face without even blinking twice.
Even him and Opie had winced a couple times when they went through it!
...What kind of shit was this kid in?
***** Chapter 2 *****
Two_Earlier
Juan Carlos wasn't a field agent. He handled the technical issues of the
operation. Transportation holding cells, weapons, tracking, covering their own
tracks...stuff like that. He wasn't supposed to be out on missions like
this...but there were circumstances that changed this. Bad circumstances. Ones
that would change his position in the organization possibly forever. 
Almost everyone in his family had been involved in the organization,
the Agencia de corrección sobrenatural. His mother had been one of the best in
its thousand year old history...but she wasn't around anymore and Juan Carlos
couldn't rely on her to help him out of his problems anymore. For the love of
God he was a nineteen year old man! By this time most kids raised by
organization members were already fully trained And had taken down level three
beings. It was about time he learned how to do it too.
One of their trackers Rico had disappeared a few weeks back and just last night
some joggers near Central Park found a torn off arm lying in the bushes. It was
Rico's. His daughter's name had been tattooed on his forearm when she'd been
born and the ink was there clear as day. Maggie. 
Juan Carlos didn't know Rico well but he still felt bad seeing his kid and wife
react to the news of his death...it brought back bad memories. Ones he'd rather
stay buried.
Since he had only just started training what happened to Rico was his first
assignment. That meant watching their forensic scientist study the arm and what
could have torn it from its socket in such a violent way. He hung back a bit,
trying to keep himself from vomiting.
"See the teeth marks here?" Dr. Coates asked and gestured to Juice to come to
the side of the table. "Strong teeth, sharp too. Meant for cutting meat. This
wasn't assualt from another human."
"No shit," Juan Carlos mumbled. "...Wendigo?"
"Not quite. See there's no spacing between teeth imprints like there would be
with a wendigo bite. Something bigger."
Juan Carlos frowned and reluctantly peered over the doctor's shoulder to
inspect the arm. Something bigger, something carnivorous... 
"Hombre lobo...?" He asked.
Dr. Coates nodded, "Werewolf. Most likely an omega. They are rare...but are
often found feral and scared. When frightened this race of omega tends to lash
out violently."
Omegas...Juan Carlos knew about them well. Pack bitches, of the male and female
gender, who were treated like shit by most betas and alphas if they were
unmated. Emotional, reckless, dangerous individuals. They healed fast and
fought back hard. 
But the organization had a strategy for dealing with Onegas. Tranquilizer darts
strong enough to take down full grown African elephants. Theyd knock the
bitches out cold and either lock them up to wait until they were valuable or
found an alpha or beta who had been cooperative in the past and gave them the
little beasts while they were still Completely out. By the time the drugs in
the darts wore off, the Onegas would have already been claimed, mated and
possibly carrying a cub and then they could not fight back. 
Some would find this practice cruel but really it could have been worse. The
hunters could have been calling them off like the scum they were. Really, these
Omegas had it easy this way.
"Do you want me to take care of it?" Juan Carlos asked. "Get some darts, take
the bitch down and drag their furry ass back here for the elders to decide on
what to do with 'em?" 
"Take them back here, Alive. You kill them and the elders kill you."
Juan Carlos knew that well enough. The organization did all they could to
protect the innocent from the horrid beasts that called this world home but
they had a zero tolerance policy when it came to sloppy work. One mistake and
you were done for, regardless of who your mama was. They couldn't risk anyone
getting bad habits.
In the long run though, it was worth it. Strict rules meant enforcement and
making sure the agents working for them were the best of the best. 
"Yeah I know." 
It wasn't in his plans to get killed by the organization...or by any. His
mother wouldn't want him to go out that way. 
Besides that it was just taking out an omega...how hard could it be? They
wouldn't put up with being treated like shit if they were as strong as the
alphas and betas that mounted and walked all over them. 
...right?
===============================================================================
Juice stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and picked up his pace.
One downside about prospecting for the club, you were dismissed and expected to
leave when they told you to. The fully patched members all had rooms
there...whether they chose to use them or not. But until then the guy was going
to have to find another place to hide out. 
Charming's homeless shelters were full and smelled too much like shit,
cigarettes and piss for him to take residency there. Ever since becoming a
wolf, Juice noticed his sense of smell grew a lot stronger. It was a pain in
the ass. Before then he could bounce from gutter to gutter without his eyes
watering in disgust. Most of the motels in charming had the same problem.
In a way it was funny. As a teenager Juice went through smokes more than he
went through boxers but now that he was a wolf, he couldn't stand them. It was
all based on that fucking sense of smell. 
Options for housing were limited. But there was always one...no matter how
unpleasant it was. 
Theo Lond had been a 'friend' of his family for years until Juice's mother
found out he was selling meth to middle schoolers and dealing cheap pussy and
ass to old perverts. Underage pussy and ass.
Now, Juice's mother was no rocket scientist but with young children in her
care, she did not want them to be around this man. Lond was chased out of
Queens and disappeared to the west. Juice hadn't heard heads or tails of the
guy since then but he could still remember his scent. It was strong even when
he was a child. Like bleach and fish. 
This man was also the kinda guy who Juice could barter with. One year of
letting Juice crash on his couch and eating chocodiles in exchange for hacking
into the hospital database and writing Theo up enough prescriptions for him to
start his own pharmacy.
Reaching out to Theo though meant reaching out to the old live and taking a
risk of them finding him again. But it wasn't like he he had any other
Options. 
His mother wouldn't want him dead this young.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Ever since Juice turned he had nightmares. Different every night. Sometimes he
could remember and sometime he couldn't. Sometimes he was a human again, and
had to relive all the shit that had happened to him over the years, sometimes
he was a werewolf and had his so-called friends, family and enemies chasing him
down, and sometimes he was neither. Sometimes he was in a world different than
this one, where werewolves weren't real. It would be perfect except everyone he
trusted and grew attached to eventually stabbed him in the back. He could never
remember their faces...or their names...but he remembered everything else. He
remembered gunshots and blood, he remembered being beaten and pushed around, he
remembered turning to someone. Someone who, upon seeing him, made him feel safe
and hopeful...and then being told he was beyond help and that this person no
longer wanted anything to do with him. He had dreams of being locked up like a
rat and even there he couldn't relax or get a taste of freedom...He could
remember dying in his dreams. Every night. No matter what scenario. Sometimes
he burned to death in the same fire that had claimed his mother, sometimes he
was shot by the others in the organization he was once a part of, sometimes he
was stabbed repeatedly in the throat and left to bleed out, and sometimes he
just...died. 
These dreams became a regular part of his life and sleep cycles and no matter
how disturbing they were, Juice did nothing to change them. 
He slept at the clubhouse that night. There had been a party, celebrating the
harvest moon and how the prospects were getting ready to patch in. Or rather
how the Prospect was going to be patched in. Most of the others had left months
ago. Prospecting...was hard, dangerous, shit  work. No one would ever want to
go through everything the sons made them do unless they were desperate to join
them. Like Juice was. 
One year. One long, shitty fucking year. Of back braking labor, sleeping on
Theo's couch and putting up with his constant groping and requests for things
like prescriptions and blowjobs. But he had his own room now. Here, with his
own kind where he would never be told to get on his knees and wrap his lips
around a cock if he wanted to stay. Sucking dick made Juice nervous...the last
thing he wanted was for something to happen. An STD or...otherwise. After
figuring out what he was, the boy had done some research on his type. He knew
what could happen whenever he engaged in something even remotely sexual. Now
that he no longer had to worry about that things would certainly be a lot less
stressful.
Someone sat down on the other end of the couch, Juice felt it dip under new
weight, but didn't bother to open his eyes to see who was there. All the sons
on the surface smelled the same. It was little things that made them easy to
tell apart and he had not been with them long enough to pick up on these little
differences. Although he was making progress. Bobby, for example, smelled like
leather and oil like his brothers but there was the tiniest hint of bananas on
him. From all that banana bread he made but whether that was a lasting part of
his scent or just something temporary, Juice had yet to figure out. 
"Congratulations...usually we're lucky if no one gets hurt and no one stays.
You're here...And healthy."
Jax Teller, future alpha, son of the founding alpha John Teller and stepson of
the current Alpha Clay Morrow. That was odd. Usually he tried to avoid talking
to him and spent his time chasing tail with his betas Opie and Chibs. None of
them really talked to him unless they were barking orders at him. Since he was
patched in now it may have been different. And Juice wasn't sure whether or not
that was such a good thing. 
"Would appear so." Juice mumbled, keeping his eyes shut. "The others were weak.
They needed to at least put some effort into all of those little tasks handed
out from the club."
The future alpha frowned, "There's some different about you...I can smell it."
Oh shit. 
Juice bolted upright, suddenly fully awake and alert. He scowled and gave Jax a
once-over before talking. "No you don't. It's nothing. There's nothing
different about me. You must be wrong or something because there's nothing
different about me." Oh god he was blubbering....this was making him look
suspicious...shit! He needed to stop talking now and pretend that nothing had
happened. He flopped backwards and shut his eyes again. "Tired. Sleeping now."
"...Maybe you're just a dumbass." Jax said, watching the other male for a
minute. He didn't seem threatening or dangerous, and though he'd proven time
and time again over the past year that he was smart and good with
technology...it didn't seem like he was someone who thought through all of his
actions and often made the wrong one. He was clumsy too. And bad with people.
Anxious. Whatever strange feeling he was getting from the kid had to have been
because of how out of place he seemed here. It was youthful...innocent even.
Most of the betas who showed up at their doorstep had some experience with the
outlaw lifestyle. 
"My IQ is 173 though." 
"Your common sense is a big fat 0."
"Fuck off Jax. I'm trying to sleep." 
Jax raised an eyebrow. "Newly patched member or not is that anyway to talk to
your VP and future alpha?"
"Did I hurt the big bad wolf's feelings?" Juice teased. "Sorry alpha."
"You keep that up and we'll never let you near the omegas. They hate immature
betas."
Juice froze and hesitated before reluctantly asking. "You guys have omegas?" He
had to know...maybe he'd gotten into the wrong kind of pack..."Or is it....I
don't...you know of some omegas and just set them up or...?"
"...Are you hiding something from us Juice? Usually betas like you jump at the
chance to jump on an omega. So rare, so perfect for baring cubs, bodies made
from sex and reproduction...never met someone so hesitant before."
And then it hit the younger male. If he lived at the clubhouse with the betas
and alpha...they would be able to smell when his pills wore off. They would be
able to see the countless jars he had stacked up whenever they went into his
room. Sooner or later they would be able to tell what he was and sooner or
later he'd go into heat...but which would be better? Spending his heat around
Theo...who would no doubt mount him despite his protests and fuck him hard...or
the sons? A clubhouse full of unmated betas who would fight and kill for the
chance to bone an omega...
Omegas were the rarest kind of werewolf. Male omegas were far rarer. And out of
all the luck Juice had, when he turned he had to be given that status. 
Fuck his life. Fuck how everything went wrong for him. Fuck
everything...hopefully before someone figured out what he was and decided to
fuck him. 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     12 27.
     December 27th.
December 27th, 2001
Juan Carlos wasn't a difficult child to please no matter how old he got or what
day it was. He was simple And it was the little things that made him happy.
Theresa Ortiz tried to keep her son entertained and happy, while preserving the
sweet innocence that made her son who he was. 
At work she'd often been approached about her son by curious coworkers after
they saw him stopping by at lunch to deliver his mother lunch or if they were
picking their kids up from school and saw her trying to do the same with her
own child. 
"He's a...mixed child isn't he? He doesn't look that...Peurto Rican." That was
the first question they'd ask and reluctantly, she'd answer.
"His father then...is...?" They'd always hesitate. Like it physically pained
them to have to ask the question and judge the value of her family. And
Theressa would stand there and grit her teeth and reply.
"Black, yes."
There would always be an awkward moment, hesitation and fear, worry for being
called out as racist for leaping to conclusions. But they would always ask.
Maybe not that night but eventually, they would ask.
"His father...isn't around much isn't he?"
Michael never saw his son except for when he was a newborn infant and Theressa
was laying in her hospital bed recovering. It was something Theressa never
quite understood about her former beau. He had been there, acknowledged their
son and then left. And when it had just been the two of them, he had been so
sweet and considerate. It wasn't about mony. About Juan Carlos being a
liabilit. Michael had money, and so did Theressa. So whatever made Michael
decide he would refuse to be there for Juan and his mother, she would never
know.
It was horrifying but...it would seem that the sole reason that Michael left
was because he did not want Juan. That he had held his son one time, looked
down at the sleeping babe's face and decided that the child was not worthy of
him in his life. That his only son was trash.
Juan Carlos, in her eyes though, was the most beautiful thing that she had ever
done And she had loved him with every fiber of her being and soul from the
moment She had found out she would be having a baby.
As far as being a single mother in queens went, they had it better off. The
organization supported them at first and slowly Theressa Was able to piece
things together better. She used her big brain and all the engineering degrees
she'd collected at university and got a job at a local college in the science
department. Some technology she developed went to helping the organization but
most went to the college. 
Theressa Ortiz made the decision when Juan Carlos was just ten to keep what he
knew about the organization to a bare minimal. He was informed, promptly, about
the supernatural but was also informed that he would never be allowed to be a
field agent. As long as she lived, Theressa would never let Juan interact with
those...beasts!
Young Juan Carlos grew up quickly And while Theressa was quiet proud, she was
also disappointed by one thing her son seemed to habe inhabited from her. While
mother and son were both highly intelligent and good with machinery...they
often lacked common sense. Especially in social situations.
When Juan was just thirteen he graduated high and was the valedictorian in the
graduating honors class of 2000. He looked so small compared to the others.
Lanky and short with a head of shaggy hair that hung in his eyes but for some
reason, refused to let his mother cut. He looked awkward, out of place, but
happy and proud of he's achieved.
That was all Theressa ever wanted for her son. For him to be happy and proud.
He enrolled in her college the following year and accompanied Theressa to all
staff events as her guest. It was at the after Christmas party that things went
to shit.
At that particular party Juan Carlos hung close to his mother. She knew well
enough that Juan did not have any friends and she never said anything in case
it upset him. If Juan did not want friends, he didn't want friends and if he
did, he would have told her.
If there was one thing Juan refused to do though, it was admit to his mother
that he was lonely and wanted someone who didn't give birth to him to say that
they loved him or cared about him. 
What was supposed to be the proudest night of Juan Carlos' young night ended
horribly. 
The fourteen year old had stepped outside for some air and forgotten to tell
his mother he'd be going out. Theressa wasn't an overprotective mother though.
She didn't want to know where her baby was every ten minutes but on that night,
knowing Juan was safe would have saved her life. 
A fire that started in the kitchen quickly swept through the cafeteria. People
began to panic and crowd the exits. All except the Peurto Rican woman who kept
screaming and desperately searching the school for her missing son. Juan Carlos
was her world and if something happened to him she didn't know what she would
do. 
...
Juan Carlos saw the smoke raising from the buildings and tainting the night sky
until it was too late. He ran back to the school and sifted through the crowds
for his mother. Like she had been doing inside, he screamed out her name with
tears in his eyes and clung desperately to the hope that she was safe
somewhere. 
Unlike his mother though, the one Juan Carlos hoped had managed to make it out
of the building okay didn't. 
...He didn't see his mother until the next morning when the police were hauling
her corpse, charred completely black, off in a body bag to the morgue. 
***** Chapter 5 *****
It surprised Juice that he managed to get along just fone for a few months
before trouble set in. His suppressants were easy to take behind the club's
back and he was downing them like candies. They hid everything from the others.
His scent, the little mannerisms that showed his was different, even the way
his voice would quiver whenever the topic of omegas were brought up by the
others. 
Most of his days were spent in the garage working. He tried to distance himself
as best he could from the others, doing only what the club asked and
occasionally volunteering for low risk runs and jobs. No one suspected a
thing...except for Jax.
Opie spent the most time with the VP so it was possible that Teller had filled
him in on his suspicions but Juice couldn't be quite sure. If Opie knew
anything he never said anything, never did anything different to make juice
worry there was something wrong. But Opie had a lot on his plate and so he
could have just been picking and choosing his battles.
Everything was going smoothly...until his suppressants ran out. 
And just Juice's luck...the week of the full moon. 
===============================================================================
"I need Juice to run some Intel on the rat in Stockton," Clay was telling Jax
as they waited for the others to enter the clubhouse for church. "See if
there's anything we can use against him."
Jax nodded, "Tell him before church starts. The guys should be here soon." He
hesitated for a moment before adding, "Juice...he seem strange to you?"
The president raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Jax sighed. It had to have just been him. Maybe he was being paranoid. "Never
mind."
There was just something that seemed...off about everything. Not just Juice.
His wolf was on edge, howling and clawing away inside his head, desperate to
get out. He could see the others struggling with it too, struggling to keep
their Wolves at bay. Something was making them loose control And this close to
a full moon was making the situation worse. If they couldn't control themselves
on the full moon they could snap and kill someone. Dead humans would lead to
cops dragging them around by their ears for years, forcing them to put their
transactions on hold. Samcro would dry up faster than Jax's wolf could howl. 
He leaned against the doorframe and watched as the guys slowly started to
trickle in from the garage. Chibs, Bobby, Tig, Happy, Opie...
"Juice?" 
Chibs shrugged and shuffled along inside. "Was in the garage cleaning up. Said
he was right behind us."
Figures the kid would be late. The club couldn't afford to wait for him. Not
this time. There were certain problems that needed to be dealt with and that
shithead needed to be there for the vote. Jax stepped aside and let Chibs
continue on to church and then headed out to the garage to pull Juice away from
whatever he was doing. 
"Come on idiot, we're just waiting on you!" He shouted, knowing the boy would
be able to hear him. When he didn't get a response, Jax growled and went in to
see what could have been taking anyone so long.
"Look, if you're late again Clay's gonna-"
The minute he entered the building Jax was hit with an overwhelming aroma. It
was thick and hung in the air, dousing everything with it's sickenly sweet
scent. He licked his lips, knowing exactly what this scent was. 
"Omega," He purred and began to understand why his wolf side had been freaking
out and making him think there was something strange about Juice. There was!The
newest son was a bloody omega!
And he was in heat!
***** Chapter 6 *****
Juice was sweeping up quickly before church when he first felt the warning
signs of heat settle in his chest. It felt like he was going to throw up, that
empty and hallow feeling began to spread. He had only been in heat a few times
before and after that horror was over he had been taking as many pills as he
could handle without vomiting. That had been over a year ago. 
"Hey Juicy boy!" Chibs called over to him. The Scotsman was on his way out the
door with the others. From the looks of it they couldn't smell anything...yet.
For once in his life, Juice had a spring of luck. If he had some time then
maybe he could find something in the garage to hide his scent or a way to
escape his brothers without them finding out anything about this. Heats only
happened every six months if suppressants weren't taken...maybe whenever they
hit he could make up some bullshit story about his mother or an old friend
being in town. He could always fake the flu...
"Yeah?" He shouted back, struggling to keep his voice sounding even and
normal. 
"Church in five, yeah? So you'll want to hurry up lad!"
"I'm almost done! I'll be right behind you guys! Just gotta lock up first!"
That was good enough for Chibs. He gave the kid a nod and sprinted to catch up
to the others who hadn't even spared a glance back to see what their club and
pack mate was doing. Another spring of luck...maybe things were beginning to
turn around for him. 
It all depended on how everything else went down tonight. If he could get away
from the sons and find somewhere cold to hold up for the next six days, and
find some plausible excuse as to why he would run out before church, then he
would call himself lucky. If he did all this and didn't have his brother
breathing down the back of his neck for the next four years then he would have
to die from relief and happiness. 
Just as he was about to creep out the back door, and hope to god that he could
run to his bike before one of the others smelled his changing hormones and
pheromones, a cramp spread in his lower stomach. Juice groaned, and wrapped his
arms around himself. He dropped to the floor and started to whimper and
tremble. He knew what was happening...soon the others would smell the scent
change or would come to see what was taking him so long...and they'd find him
like this and then it would be a repeat of what happened with his old alpha. 
Betas from that alpha's pack were still scrapping his alpha's inards off the
walls. It was disgusting but he had it coming for what he'd done when Juice was
vulnerable and in need of help. 
He smelled someone coming but he couldn't focus long enough to tell who it was.
It could have been Clay coming to see what the hold up was or Jax if he didn't
feel up to the task, it could have been one of the other guys like Chibs or Tig
coming back to grab something they may have forgotten, or even Gemma looking to
make sure that the guys had remembered to lock up. God he hoped it was Gemma.
She might yell at him until his head popped but at least he wouldn't have to
worry about her wolf side. Gemma didn't have one. She was as human as the next
person. 
 "Omega." Someone familiar purred. Juice flinched. Jax Teller. It had to be Jax
motherfucking Teller, future alpha and the only one who seemed to have any
previous idea that there was something different about his pack mate. Juice was
dead after this...the Sons would kick him out of the pack, maybe even kill him
from violating one of their most important rules and making them break it as
well, but whatever they chose to do...Juice was dead. 
He heard his future alpha getting closer and murmuring in a dazed, slurry
voice. This wasn't Jax in control, it was his wolf side, and whenever a beta or
alpha smelled an unmated omega in heat nearby they only wanted one thing. Them.
Omegas were built to carry young and get fucked, take on the responsibilities
of a bitch/mate. And something told Juice that Jax' wolf did not have the
intention to make Juice his mate. 
Well...Juice was going to get kicked out of this club no matter what. He might
as well go out fighting. 
Juice Ortiz was no one's bitch!
As soon as Jax got close enough Juice started to growl a warning. Perhaps he
could scare the other wolf away. When Jax didn't flinch and kept coming towards
him, Juice didn't hesitate. Once the other wolf was in range, the omega pounced
and sank his canines deep into the beta's neck. Jax howled and kicked Juice off
him, sending him flying back across the garage. The sound of nearing footsteps
sent a pang of panic through Juice's heart. The cavalry was coming...and it was
beginning to look like the youngest pack member was going to either have to
fight them all...or do something worse. 
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Two_Years_Earlier
===============================================================================
 
Juan Carlos finished his second walk around the perimeter of the park and
stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Still no sign of the omega
wolf anywhere but he couldn't just go home. Not without the head of the beast
in his backpack. Omegas were supposed to be easy kills so if he came home with
nothing...he was in trouble. He'd be kicked out of the organization for sure.
And then what would he do? It wasn't like he had any other family...what little
family he had would side with the organization, there would be no place for him
to go and he would be out on the streets. He was still just a kid. He wouldn't
be able to make it on his own. 
He stopped and leaned against a pine tree to catch his breath and try to figure
something out. Maybe there was something he could do to lure the wolf out. Or
he could leave some bear traps. Those would work. Now he just had to think
about would chase an omega out of the trees. What did Omegas like? Cubs?
Alphas?...He didn't know much about omegas. They weren't as well covered in his
lessons as the betas and alphas were. 
"Fuck." Juan Carlos mumbled and looked around nervously. Maybe he could fake an
encounter with one. Say they were with a beta, a big, tough beta that he knew
he wouldn't be able to take so he left before he could get bit. That was
understandable, given how inexperienced he was, his age, that this was his
first solo experience and that what he would be forced to do if he was bitten. 
They told you what would happen if you got bitten and transformed into one of
the creatures you hunted on the first day. Whether you became a vampire, a
werewolf, a zombie or anything else, you had to do the ultimate duty that came
with being an agent in the organization. You had to kill yourself so your
friends and family would never have to. It was a clause that came with the job.
This way you would go out with honor, this way your parents would never have to
gun down their pride and joy...not that that would be a problem with Juan
Carlos anymore. Regardless, he would still have to end it himself if he was
bitten.
Suicide was not how Juan Carlos wanted to go out. Anything would be better than
that.
So that's what he would do. It would be easy to fake an encounter. He'd take
his clothes and put them through the shredder, cut 'em up a bit, pour some fake
blood and wolfsbane on the garments and then all would be well. He picked his
backpack up off the ground and slung it over his shoulder, and started walking
back towards the nearest exit. If he took the subway back and was careful about
what door he went into back home, he may even be able to get in undetected what
so ever. But first he'd need to change out of this clothes and dirty them up so
it would be believable.  
Just as Juan Carlos was nearing the exist he heard it. The sound of twigs
crunching behind him. He froze and after a quick and brief moment of panic, he
realized that it was probably just someone who had crept in after the park had
closed to drink with some buddies or find a bench to sleep on for the night.
Or, more likely, it was one of the park rangers or cops that had been
patrolling the park ever since they found the remains. No one was supposed to
be here so it was probably just some cop wondering why and how he'd snuck in.
There was really no need for him to freak out...yet. 
"Hey man, I'm sorry. I'm just leaving now. Fell asleep you know?" 
"No problem son...kinda late isn't it? Wouldn't you be crawlin' home to your
parents?"
Juan Carlos turned around to smile and play some innocent, lost little boy
card. He had the kind of face for it. Big eyes and a baby face. On hand it made
dating and being taken serious by the adults in his life awkward and hard but
on the other hand it was the kinda appearance that made him perfect for this
job as an agent. The guy standing behind him was a good couple feet taller than
him and larger too. If they got into a fight he could have easily taken Juan
Carlos out. He wasn't in a...a police officer's uniform though. That was odd. 
"My parents are gone all week. Big trip." He said and slowly started to back
away. "Um...You a cop or something?"
"Or something." The other man said and grinned. Juan Carlos didn't know why but
the man's grin was creeping him out, starting to put him on on edge. "What's
your name? I can give you a ride home."
"Tommy Sanchez." A good agent had many aliases that he could use at a moment's
notice. Juan Carlos had been developing them since he started. Tommy Sanchez
was the one he used the most when looking for some leads and information. 
The man stuck his hand out for Juan Carlos to shake. "The name's Dion. Why are
you out here tonight? Parents or not, you musta heard about what happened to
that guy out here. They found his arm..." 
Juan Carlos kept both of his hands in his pockets and tried to subtly creep
back. "Oh I'm just....out for a walk...and fell asleep..." This guy was scaring
him now and all of his instincts were screaming at him to run the other way as
fast as his legs could carry them. 
Dion's grin grew and his eyes flashed red. "How cute." He taunted. "You think I
don't know what you are."
The young agent froze and he could have sworn that his heart actually stopped
for a few seconds. An Omega hadn't killed his fellow agent...it had been an
alpha...and now he was out here without enough ammunition to take it down...all
alone...and cornered. 
"Oh fuck..." Juan Carlos mumbled and started to tremble. "Oh fuck...." He knew
it was right. That he shouldn't run away from a werewolf. That they have a
chase instinct. He couldn't help it though. He felt like he was staring death
in the face and he just couldn't die right now! Not like this! His mother
wouldn't have wanted him to die this way...Juan Carlos screamed, turned and
started to run as fast as he possibly could. He had to get out of here! He had
to get home!
Chapter End Notes
     So to clear some confusion, the story arc where Juice is called Juan
     Carlos is before he turned, two years ago. It's showing the events
     leading up to him going to Charming and joining the sons. His life
     before has to do with the story later on.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Juice fought until there was not a single ounce of strength left in his young
body. 
First he crawled back behind some cars, until he was over by the boxes used to
hold tools. He watched anxiously as the others came to and quickly pieced
together all that had happened. Chibs and Tig helped Jax climb back into his
feet and then they tried to come at him.
"Omeeeeega!"
"Hey! Whoever gets to the bitch first gets to break them in! We'll have a nice,
new club cum-bucket!" 
"Nice, Tight, Obedient little slut!"
"Come on out Baby, see what it's like to get split open by a strong Knot!"
That was Tig. And the thought of having sex with that man nearly made Juice
vomit. The thought of being....broken in made him whimper.
Jax said something. Something too low for Juice to hear. But suddenly the
taunts stopped and there was whispering. 
Someone started walking where Juice was hidden and stopped just a couple feet
from the van he'd taken refuge behind. 
Juice frowned, bit down on his lower lip and quickly pulled something from the
box of tools. A wrench, he suspected, from the weight and shape of it, but his
hiding spot was too dark for him t tell.
"Damn it Kid...what did you do?" It was Clay but he didn't sound...as consumed
wth lust As The others. He didn't sound lusty at all. He just
sounded....disappointed. "You know the rules. No Omegas. Its dangerous for your
kind."
Part of him wanted to submit. His omega part. That side of him wanted to crawl
on his hands and knees to his alpha and pack, and have them take care of him
and his heat and make his problems go away. But another part of him. The part
of him that was screaming inside and still held onto his human side, was
screaming at him to get away from them. At least until his heat ended.
"Really? And why is it dangerous for my kind? Oh yeah! Because your kind is a
race of self-worshipping, sex-crazed, breeders who can't handle being around us
without getting hard and having to force us to relieve it!" Juice didn't know
where this was coming from but he couldn'T stop it. 
Clay took another couple steps forward and Juice threw the wrench over the hood
of the van at him.
"Get out!" He screamed, and from the loud thumping sound that followed, the
wrench bounced off the side of the alpha's head. He reached into the boxes and
pulled out more tools. "GET OUT!"
The last thing Juice expected to happen was for them to actually listen. 
His brothers left silently, without any complaints. 
....
well...Juice didn't know what to do now. He didn't know why they
would...something was wrong...
***** Chapter 9 *****
"I dont fucking believe it. The sons of anarchy, one of the strongest and
biggest wolf packs in the United states, has been brought to it's knees by a
fucking omega bitch with big brown eyes!"
Gemma Teller wasn't what one would call sympathetic towards omegas. She tended
to separate them from her boys and her pack growing up. Gemma wasn't even a
werewolf and Her predujices had grown strong over the years she had been
involved with the supernatural world. Even other packs that had visited them
had commented on her ruthlessness whenever they stopped by. 
It wasn't in her nature to just sit back and let go of old grudges. Even if she
had known the person closely.
Every pack member around the table shifted awkwardly and exchaged worried
looks. In a world of supernatural horrors, the worst one alive, happened to be
the former Alpha John Teller's mate. The key to survival, they knew, was to
keep Gemma from getting angry. 
"He's just a...a kid Gemma." 
"If he's just a kid than why the hell did you idiots think it would be a good
idea to let him join the pack? I mean how stupid can you be? You need to let me
have a say in who you guys let prospect or else shit like this is gonna
happen."
Jax groaned loudly and slumped back in his seat. He hadn't been lectured like
this since Gemma found out he had been sleeping around with Tig's daughter and
he really didn't feel like sitting around listening to his mother bossing the
shit out of everyone. His mother could have gone on for hours about crap like
this.
"Maybe this is a good thing." He suggested without really thinking about it. It
was one of those heat of the moment things that you immediately regret saying.
The others at church fell completely silent, and watched in horror. They knew
that hell was coming for their vp.
Gemma's facial expression could have turned a man to stone. Her breath hitched
and she stared at her son as if he had just told her he'd suddenly grown female
reproductive organs over night. Horrified. Mortified even. 
"What did you just say you little shit?" She asked him and placed her hand on
his shoulder. She squeezed it tightly. "It's against our rules, our
traditions."
"But his kind is rare. A female omega is rare enough but a male one? Especially
one like him. Young, unclaimed, probably hasn't been fucked before by a
werewolf or human..." Juice may have slept with a gal or too but he had clearly
never taken one up the ass yet. "He's also a pretty omega. One who doesn't like
being alone, takes our orders well and he's great with Abel so that means he's
good with Cubs...."
"Your point lad?" Chibs asked impatiently, tapping the table lightly with his
finger out of nervous habit. 
"A lot of the alphas we know are unmated-" Jax tried to continue.
"Lot of us too. What are suggesting here?" Tig pointed out. 
Jax sighed over dramatically and waited a few seconds to see if anyone was
going to interrupt again before Finishing. "I imagine that any single alpha
looking for a fertile mate would appreciate it if we can set them up with one.
They would pay Big bucks...maybe not even to mate him permanently but just fuck
him or serogate a pup. Hell, we could slap a price tag on him and enter him in
a mating game if we're desperate."
Omegas...they were treated like dirt but worth a lot. Juice may have just been
their ticket to riches and peace with the other packs in the area. 
All they needed to do was find someone willing to pay to be with Juice Ortiz,
the biggest idiot to ever cross paths with the sons of anarchy. 
***** Chapter 10 *****
For a week Teller-Morrow automotive managed to make do without going anywhere
near the garage where Juice was walled up. Being in heat would have hurt him
the longer he went being unclaimed but the crew agreed that he made this a
problem and had to deal with it himself. Ocassionally, one of crow eaters would
bring food to the front door and leave it for him. It was better than just
eating rats and whatever bugs he could find for the duration of his heat. 
With Juice locked up, the sons could get down to business. Notifications were
sent out to all packs that had relationships with the sons, a price for the boy
was decided and most importantly protection requirements were decided upon. 
"No one is allowed to touch him, fuck him or do anything even remotely sexual
around him. I want someone guarding him at all time. Making sure he is safe,
happy and healthy." Clay barked to the others. Jax had been right when he said
they could bring in a decent amount of cash for the omega. Right now he was
more valuable than the guns they sold.
The duty of guarding Juice Ortiz was given to Jax, Opie and Chibs to divide
amongst themselves. Chibs got first watch. Then Jax. Then Opie. And repeat for
as long as necessary.
On Friday Juice slowly emerged from the garage, a large wrenched in one hand,
in case he needed to fight his way out. This wrench would be good enough to
bash some heads without killing anyone. After what happened to his former alpha
Juice tried to avoid killing people...and wondered how his life got so fucked
up he would have to think about this.
No one was around but their bikes were all lined up perfectly across the lot.
The pack was here...but either hiding from him, avoiding him or planning
something. Juice didn't know which would be the scariest of the three options.
"Good mornin' 'mega!"
Juice winced and raised his wrench defensively. Fucking Chibs Telford. He
wasn't a hard man to miss. The  only employee at Teller-Morrow with an accent
so thick you needed a translator just to say hello to him.
"What do you want?!" the younger wolf snapped at him, waving the wrench around
frantically.
 Chibs took a wary step back and held his hands up in surrender. "Hey, hey,
calm down there. There's no need for that. Clay still has a huge lump on his
temple from where you smacked him with that the other day."
"I'll put this down when I'm sure that you aren't going to touch me!"
"Kid, nobody's gonna touch Ya. Quite the opposite in fact. I'm here to keep
people from touching Ya."
That was a relief. Juice hesitated but handed his wrench over to Chibs and
managed a small, insecure little smile. "How come? I know what you guys are
supposed to do with...well guys like me."
"We just realized that having an omega around may be...worth it." 
***** Chapter 11 *****
Although Juice could understand why the others would want to have someone
protecting him as often as possible, this was getting ridiculous.
The night after his heat he was exhausted and crashed without much of a second
thought. He slept through until 6 AM when the thick scent of whiskey, oil and
cigarette smoke drew him from sleep. Chibs was hovering over him, only a couple
inches from his face.
"What's your iPhone password?" He asked. 
"Jesus fucking christ!" Juice hissed and pulled a pillow over his head. "Put my
phone back! Go back go sleep! What the hell man?!"
Chibs yanked the pillow away and tossed it off the bed So the omega couldn't
grab it again. "Jackie says I need to look at your phone. Inspect your contacts
so we know that there's no one coming for ya'."
"Just the brothers, brother." 
"What about your mama? You gotta have your mama on here."
"Chibs my mother isn't going to sell me off to an alpha."
"How can Ya' be sure boyo?"
"She's dead."
"...Ya sure?"
"Pretty sure. Really sure, actually. Can I go back to sleep now?"
"...I still need to check this out. Password, now please?"
"Will you leave if I tell you?"
"Ya."
"1227. Go."
Instead of leaving Chibs sat down at the end of his bed and started searching
through the younger boy's phone. Juice groaned and pulled the blankets over his
head. "Go. You said you would."
"I lied. I do that a lot. You'll get used to it...Christ kid you got a lot of
links to porn on here..."
"Fuck off."
"...Kid why is there a link to omega porn on here? Breeding kink and knotting
stuff. Where'd you find this."
Juice went frigid under the covers and bit down hard on his lower lip. He'd
forgotten about that...
"Oh. Research. When I turned i was...confused. Yeah..."
Chibs set Juice's phone back down on the boy's bedside table and grinned
mischievously. Clay and Jax had said no messing with the omega but this was
just too easy. He couldn't not to this opportunity. 
"Juicy Boy," he purred and crawled across the bed. "Sweet little 'mega. Good
little bitch. You want a nice big stud of a wolf to come along and breed you
Hmm? All you 'megas are the same. You drool over knots and crave a nice, thick
cock regardless whether you already have one or not."
To his embarrassment the Scotsman's words were going straight to his cock. He
knew that Chibs could sense it too, smell his unfortunate arousal. 
"Stop it..." He whined, not even convincing himself. 
"Wonder what the club would do if I took you before we found a proper mate for
Ya'. I imagine that no one would know and whoever gets stuck with Ya wouldn't
care as long as he had his bitch. I could properly fuck you full of my Cubs and
he wouldn't give a rat's hairy ass. As long as there's a fertile little bitch,
ready to bend over and take it all, who would care?"
All the color drained from Juice's face and he pushed at the older male, trying
to knock him out of bed. 
"Come on sweetheart. You want this. I can smell it." 
One of his heavy, calloused hands started rubbing against Juice's erection
through the blankets and the boy's boxers. He blushed heavily and his breath
hitched.
"Chi-Chibs-!"
"What I you do you want darlin'?" 
"Fuck me!"
 
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Juice woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his back and face. This wasn't
good...wasn't good at all...
He shouldn't have been thinking about his brother like that! Especially one who
was mated and had a cub!
***** Chapter 12 *****
Fiona never came to samcro. She never left Ireland unless it was a dire
emergency. Juice had never met her and all he knew about her had come from what
he'd heard from his brothers. She was Chibs' mate though. Had been for years.
Mating was serious for werewolves. They mated for life. One mate, for the rest
of both their lives. Jimmy O knew that taking the title of alpha of the IRA
pack, and Chibs' mate, would be taboo. Which was precisely why he'd done it.
Just because Fiona was with another, didn't make her any less of Chibs'
mate...a mating bond could not be broken.
Thinking about his brother like that was wrong. Juice knew it to the core.
Dreaming about his brother like that was...was worse! Knowing the sons, Chibs
would be taken off the job of watching their omega and someone else would take
over. Like happy. Or Tig. Juice didn't know which would be worse.
That was the horrible thing. Juice liked Chibs. He actually treated him like a
brother instead of a ward. When he was watching Juice he actually did stuff
with him instead of locking him up in his room and returning every so often
with food or movies. He played video games with him, gave him food that wasn't
cheap take out, talked to him like he was still the goofy prospect that showed
up. He couldn't understand where these dreams of his came from. He hoped that
they would stop as soon he got to talk with Chibs a bit more, make sure that
after his little secret came out they were still good, but that wasn't the
case. In fact they seemed to intensify.
The night before his dream had seemed almost real. He'd woken up and stepped
out of his room into the hall, and Chibs was there waiting. 
"Come on Lad, got something to show ya." He said and started pulling Juice back
into the garage. The others were all in the chapel. Juice could make out their
outlines in the window.
They got to the garage and after similar dialect to that of the original dream,
Chibs pulled him into the backseat of a car being fixed up and got Juice to
sink down on his cock And ride him for the duration of the dream. Juice woke up
the second he climaxed, both in the dream and in real life.
If the other sons could sense his arousal they didn't let him know. All that
really mattered to them when it came to Juice was finding an alpha who wanted
to take him on. 
Juice shifted awkwardly beside Chibs, trying to distract himself with whatever
movies he Scotsman had turned on. He wanted to ask if there had been any
progress yet but the fear and anxiety of what would happen to him if they had
stopped him. Juice should have known this would happen.
"You seem nervous, lad." Chibs mumbled, and turned the volume on the television
down. "Everything alright? Or are ya just worried about being around a former
alpha all by your lonesome?"
"No." Juice said a little to quickly, and inched further away from Chibs.
"I'm...fine."
"Juicy, it isn't often I get to say this to someone, but you need to learn to
talk some proper English so I can make you out more than 40% of the time."
"Haha yeah..."
Dear lord and God...Juice wanted him. For no damn reason whatsoever, Juice
wanted Chibs to fuck him, mate him, breed him, to mske him his and no one
else's.
And just his luck...Juice was too late.
He was totally fucked. And not in the way He wanted to be. 
***** Chapter 13 *****
Turns out being monitored at all times by a fellow brother wasn't the only
downside to being an omega in the sons of anarchy. Juice found that out
quickly.
Gemma Teller-Morrow was a big problem. She hadn't been exactly friendly towards
him...and that was saying something because she was known for being a crazy,
emotionless bitch. She seemed to determined to drive a particular message home
to Juice.
Monday: Juice had been watching Chibs and Tig fix up an old Toyota. The others
did not allow him to touch the cars yet. He'd heard them discussing it between
themselves but as of yet, there was no progress. Gemma snapped at him from
across the lot, telling him to go sweep up the main office. Reluctantly Juice
wandered into the office, feeling like a child.
Tuesday: All the sons were supposed to be present at a meeting with the niners
to make sure they didn't pull anything funny while picking up their new
hardware. Juice was pulled back into the clubhouse by his collar, while the
others all snickered and watched, and forced to scrub all the dried blood, cum
and gunk out off the floor. 
Wednesday: Juice was woken from a wonderful dream where he was king of the sons
and Chibs spent the entire dream sucking him off by a pissed off Gemma who told
him to finish what he started yesterday. The night before, it would seem, his
brothers got into some brawls and decided to put their crow eaters to use,
leaving a new layer of filth for Juice to clean.
Thursday: Gemma wanted to have a big, family dinner. At ten am exactly she
pulled Juice out of bed and dragged him over to her and Clay's. He, and the
crow eaters, supervised by Gemma, spent hours preparing a meal but when it came
time to eat, were pushed into amother room with leftovers. That, Juice had
thought, would be the braking point. He hated to cook and had only gone along
with the stupid dinner to get the biker queen off his case and he wasn't even
allowed to eat some of it?! He wasn't even allowed to sit with his pack?! 
"You'll get used to it hon." The crow eater on Juice's left kept saying and
patting his back. Her words didn't have that bug an affect on the omega though.
She was an older woman, with a leathery face, had been here since the pack
formed and she was still getting treated like shit.
"Its just...it was supposed to be better here."
That night Juice chewed himself out for sounding like such a whining pussy.
This wasn't about being comfortable. This was about surviving. He needed to
stop putting others ahead of himself.
Friday: That was the Real breaking point. Juice lost it on Friday. 
For once Juice wasn't woken by Mrs. Teller-Morrow and he had mistakingly
thought it would be a good day. Opie came in a couple seconds later.
"We're going for a run."
"What for?"
"We're a motorcycle club. Gotta keep local law enforcement thinking that we
just like to ride."
"We do though."
"Yeah so just shut up and ride, pup."
Opie was an okay guy. He treated Juice like his kid brother which...was really
all Juice wanted. To be their brother. To be family. To be safe! Opie
was...well Juice couldn't really explain it. He loved his kids and he loved his
mate/wife and he loved the club. He was respectable.  
Opie left so Juice could get dressed in peace and was waiting outside the door
to walk out with him. It was completely unnecessary, but Juice appreciated it
non the less.
The others were already saddling up to go when they got outside, stradling
their bikes and fooling around with each other to kill time. Opie went over to
his, parked alongside Jax's, and Juice went searching for his. He'd left it at
the far end, beside Chibs'.
...but...it wasn't there....
"Uh...Jax?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's my bike?"
"Huh. I dunno. Maybe Gemma got someone to move it."
"Why the hell would she do that?!"
"It's Gemma."
Something flickered in Juice's eyes. A harsh, cold, unforgiving ray of blue.
Jax's breath caught in his throat. 
Gold was for the normal Wolves. The ones who were not alphas. Red as blood was
the color of an alpha's eyes. Blue, bright blue, was the color of the eyes of
wolves who had killed. 
Juice didn't say anything more to his brothers and stormed back towards the
clubhouse. Jax wasn't thinking about that though or that the omega male looked
pissed enough to challenge the gods. Juice had killed somebody before he joined
the sons...but why? Was that why he had lied about his status? For protection
from something he'd caused?
God damn it...omegas were fascinating creatures to Jax but this particular
creature was going to be the death of him.
***** Chapter 14 *****
The clubhouse was relatively empty now with all the brothers waiting to go
outside. A couple crow eaters were cleaning up, a few human mechanics were
writing stuff down in logs for Bobby and Gemms to look over, and the biker
queen was no where in sight.
Juice grit his teeth together and kept his hands at his side. It was taking all
of his restraint to hold back, to keep his claws from sliding out and To keep
from ripping the head off the nearest person. He scowled at one of the crow
eaters, the one with the leathery face that had tried to offer him some
sympathy the other night and hissed out, "Where is Gemma?!"
He was faintly aware of the brothers gathering around behind him. Jax, Juice
knew, had followed him the second Juice let his wolf's eyes show. He had no
illusions as to what the other man had seen. Jax would know what the blue
meant, and now there was no going back. 
The crow eater gestured to the backrooms. "She went in there to answer a phone
call. Sounded mighty upset. Whoever was on the other end, she didn't want to be
hearing from them."
If he had not been so eager to tar into Gemma, Juice may have paused and
thought about this. There weren't many people who scared that woman, there
weren't many people who intimidated her and there weren't many people who I
would make her upset with just a Phone call. Jax and the other brothers who had
followed Juice to see what he was up to looked at each other, hoping that one
of them would know what was happening. 
"Did she saw who was calling?" Jax asked. Naturally when it came to Gemma, he
was the only one with enough balls to question her. The others hated the
thought of tangling with that bitch, because she would rip them to shreds and
whatever was left would be cut up by Clay and Jax.
The crow water laughed. "She, and I quote, referred to this woman as 'That
Doctor Bitch' And that's all she said before taking the call into the next
room."
"Doctor bitch-?" Juice mumbled and all thoughts and plans for Gemma Teller
Morrow took a back seat To figuring out who this woman was. He looked back over
his shoulder at the brothers. Surely one of them would know what this woman
wanted. 
Chibs, Tig and Opie, the ones beside Jax who had followed him inside, all
looked like they had been smacked in the face with big, sharp stick. 
"Doctor?" He said again. "Does Samcro have like a club doctor? Someone on the
inside of the hospital or something?"
Jax's was clear of any readable emotion. How eyes were wide, like he'd seen
something truly shocking happening right in front of him, and his hands were
actually shaking. Juice's anger was fading away the longer he spent looking at
his brothers like this. It was the first time he'd seen them all completely
lost for words. 
...It was kinda funny.
...He'd deal with Gemma when they all looked somewhat normal again And weren't
amusing anymore.
Jax mumbled something then. A name that Juice had not heard of before around
Samcro but still made him since. Whoever this person was, she couldn't have
meant anything good for the Teller family and the MC. 
"....Tara...?"
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chibs pulled Juice aside later and gave him the whole speel on this Tara chick
and why her being around was both good and bad news for the pack.
"Gemma don't like her," he said and briefly Juice considered teaming up with
Tara to knock the biker queen down a couple pegs despite the fact they had
never met before. "Not since...the...well Tara made a decision back when she
and Jax were kids and Gemma hated her for not consulting is. Tara hates Gemma
for hating her for Making that choice."
"You sound like a teenager passing on second hand gossip right now Chibs. Can
you try that again bro?"
Chibs rolled his eyes and slurred something that Juice couldn't understand but
presumed it was some Scottish slang for moron. 
"Tara," he said, purposely speaking slowly, trying to tease Juice as much as
possible. "Noticed some changes in her body. Scary ones, violent ones. Was
afraid for her own safety. Went to the lady doc...found some shit out...got
rid'a it."
Nothing more needed to be said. Humans...they weren't built to carry werewolf
Cubs. Jax and Thomas almost killed Gemma. To someone who had no idea what her
boyfriend was, suddenly finding yourself craving raw meat, having violent
flashes and black outs would have been terrifying. Juice didn't blame the poor
girl for her decision. And for once he actually found himself agreeing with
Gemma. Tara being around Jax...it would stir up some bad shit inside that
alpha. He'd either turn into some whiney, bitchy pussy or go power hungry and
drown his sorrow in the genitals of every crow eater and omega at the sons'
disposal. Which, just so happens, includes him.
"I guess we're not doing a run then?" He asked. By now most of the others had
disbanded to do their own things around the clubhouse. Jackasses were probably
waiting to hear about what Tara had wanted. Chibs just laughed, and wrapped an
arm tightly around Juice's shoulders. 
"Come on then Lad! Let's find your girl and then we'll go for a ride, you and
me!"
By some unfortunate stroke of luck Tig just so happened to have been sprawled
out over the nearby couch. He laughed loudly, and called out, "You can't ride
the kid the way everyone around here wishes that they could! It's important we
keep him from getting laid and mated!"
How the hell did it always come back to this? Juice flipped Tig off and thanked
his lucky stars that no one had made any offers for him yet. 
Huh. Maybe if this Tara came back, the focus would be off him for a while.
Hopefully long enough for him to stop having untasteful thoughts about Chibs or
thoughts of murdering Tig with an axe if he made another comment about having
sex with him or tried to grab his ass again. 
Sooner or later Juice knew he would have to take a mate, one who wasn't a
brother...one who wasn't Chibs. Chibs was mated already, already had a cub,
only saw him as a brother...That thought stung like a bitch but it was a
correct one. He needed to stop thinking about this. 
"Let's go then. Leave Tigger here to laze about and hop from crow eater to crow
eater."
If Juice couldn't have Chibs he would have to enjoy what little timr he had
with him. Even if it was just a simple ride.
===============================================================================
The Aryan Brotherhood set up a primary den not far from Stockton prison. It
seemed practical as most packmates were constantly bouncing from the den to
Stockton prison constantly. The Aryans were not a pack with many stable
friends, but a number of unsteady alliances. The latter includes the Sons Of
Anarchy. 
A few years back it had only been The Nordic pack lead by the Alpha Darby but
that all changed when Stockton released an inmate named Ron Tully. 
Tully was power hungry. In no time he tracked down the closest pack, the Nords,
and brutally slaughtered Darby to become Alpha. He lead with an iron fist,
taught his betas to be killers, and kept the mates and families of his pack
mates in line. 
He, himself, did not have a mate and would bed the mates of his brothers. 
A note appeared in their den shortly after he returned from another short
service. One that made Tully grin wickedly. 
"Well, well, well...looks like Samcro has a little 'mega in their
care...wonderful..."
 
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chibs and Juice didn't ride for long. There wasn't really that many places that
they could go without the other brothers backing them up, so they circled the
block a couple of times before Chibs took a right turn off one of the main
roads and Juice went following after him. Some how they ended up at the Scots'
place, a decent sized house, at least for an older male and his teenage
daughter. Enough room where they wouldn't be butting heads, where Kerrianne
could have friends over and they wouldn't ever know that her father was holding
illegal guns in his room, enough alcohol to make a drunk sick and a porn
collection that would put Hugh Hefner to shame. 
"Gettin' heated in the clubhouse," He said simply. "Odds are Kerri's in her
room. She's omega like you. Figured you may want to meet and talk to someone
with the same..ah..conditions you're suffering from."
The Scot parked beside a car that was clearly Kerrianne's and Juice followed
suit. It wasn't that bad of a vehicle, he thought, upon further examination of
the vehicle, but it smelled so sickeningly sweet. Not like a car at all.
Juice's nostrils flared and burned the longer he spent around it. He just hoped
the inside smelled more like...well....Chibs. Oil, whiskey, smoke and cum he
could handle. Girly perfume and the hot scent of nail polish and make up, he
could not. 
"You think I need someone to talk to?" Juice asked, and wondered why Chibs
would think that. Yes he was under a lot of stress, What with being a literal
walking merchandise item of the Sons of Anarchy and all, but he thought he had
been coping quite well. At least well enough so the brothers wouldn't pesture
him even more. He had even done a half decent job pretending he didn't want to
bash Gemma's head in with a wrench. "I'm alright man."
Chibs snorted loudly in disbelief. "Boy, don't try and hide it. I saw them eyes
of yours. Your wolf's eyes. They're bluer than mine are now...Omegas aren't
supposed to be killers. They're supposed to be patient and sweet, something
that their alphas need to protect and cherish. And so I am wondering what could
have happened to you that would force you to kill someone, that would force you
to do something so drastic that your eyes would change from a pure gold to cold
blue."
Aww shit. That was right. Chibs had been there with Jax when he saw his bike
was missing...he must have gotten so flared up that his eyes showed. Damn it...
Maybe he could write it off like it was no big deal. Maybe he could act like it
was just something that happened, that his alpha needed him to kill for the
sake of the pack. Juice cringed inwardly at the thought. That asshole had
deserved what he had gotten. Huh. Out of all of the Sons, Chibs was one of the
few who may actually wait, listen and let Juice explain what had happened
completely, instead of jumping the gun when said that he killed the guy who-...
"You don't want Kerrianne to know what I did. I don't like knowing what I did.
I don't exactly regret it, I hate the fact that I had to end someone's life,
but I don't regret that he's dead. I just wish...that maybe it would have been
someone else. That the blood wasn't on my hands you know?" Juice sighed and
stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his favorite black hoodie. "That
jackass had it coming though. Oh boy, did he have it coming!...That's all I
really feel like saying at the moment...okay Chibbie? I need to sort through
all that shit myself and then...if I feel like talking some more about
it...I'll get back to you." If he was going to be staying with the Sons, then
perhaps he would tell Chibs about what all had gone down. Then it would have
been necessary to talk, or else something dark from his past may have decided
to make a surprise visit and then they'd be screwed. If someone decided to come
and take him from the Sons though...well it would be like tying the noose
around his own neck. They'd kill him, or whoever decided to take him would kill
him...after doing something a far lot worse...
"Whatever you feel like." Chibs mumbled and started digging around in his pants
pocket. He pulled out a carton of smokes, lit one and offered it to Juice.
"Come on, it'll sooth your nerves."
"I don't smoke." 
"You're a strange man." 
Juice raised an eyebrow. "Just because I don't smoke."
The older man took a puff and started walking towards the front door. He left
it unlocked, knowing that no one would dare try and steal from a son. Not to
mention most of his and Kerri's crap was not worth enough for anyone to steal.
He pushed it open with his boot, as the lock had been busted for years. Tig
busted it one day when he was trying to stumble home drunk from a superbowl
party the Scot had held. 
"Well," He said. "You're an omega for one. And at the risk of sounding
stereotypical, omegas typically don't like the kind of stuff that we sons do.
Soft little things, to my knowledge they enjoy simpler things and
professions...that is if they wish to work. They enjoy keeping themselves
healthy, don't smoke, don't drink...taste buds are too sensitive for that kind
of stuff. They aren't hard like us...and yet you're here. With us. Working
hard. Working illegally...how did you even find out about the Sons anyway?
You're from New York and we have only a couple on the West coast. Very small
ones, mostly handle book keeping and night clubs, hardly ever come to our
events."
The omega shifted awkwardly. "Well. I just...I know a guy who was once a
prospect. He said that the club was one of the safest homes he ever had...had
to quit though. So when I turned I just thought about all he had said and...you
know. I pieced together everything and this place seemed like my best option.
He, uh, he was in Tacoma before coming out to NYC."
"Might'a known him. What was his name?"
"Charlie Terentiv. Tall guy, blonde hair, olive skin...he was in back over
twenty two years ago."
Chibs thought about it for a second but could not put a face to the name.
"Sorry lad."
"Ah, no big deal." Juice said with a slight shrug. He kept his hands stuffed in
his pockets, so Chibs couldn't see him picking at the skin around his nails. He
didn't like talking about Charlie that much. It brought up way too many bad
memories he had. Of his mother, of his sister, of Marnie...of anything he could
have done to keep himself out of this life. Sometimes he thought that...maybe
if he had come clean to the cops that night so many years ago...then Charlie
would have been with him and his mom when the fire started. Maybe he could have
saved her. Maybe then he wouldn't have had to join the organization and then
maybe he wouldn't have encountered Dion and would not have become a werewolf.
Maybe then he could go home and see his sister without fearing for his life.
"So...your daughter? Is she cool?"
Chibs laughed and patted him on the back. "Yeah she's cool. Has a lot of video
games. I think you'll like her. And she should be able to help you with...your
omega stuff. You turned right, so there's a lot of stuff you probably don't
know. Important stuff."
And there was no way in hell Chibs would be the one telling him about Omega
stuff. It was bad enough he had to have that talk with Kerri, he couldn't have
it with a fully grown brother, with someone who was quickly becoming his best
friend. It would be way too awkward. It was already awkward enough being around
the kid! He smelled too damn good, made all the blood rush straight to his
cock, and Chibs could not act on it for the sake of the club. The other
brothers had to hold out, and so did he. Juice could be his friend, Chibs could
keep him close, but they couldn't do everything that Chibs wanted to do. 
How would the Scot even go about asking the omega if he wanted to fuck and mate
anyway, without ruining the little dynamic they had going on?
***** Chapter 17 *****
"So what did the doctor bitch want anyway?"
"Mom, I've told you that I hate it when you call her that."
Gemma rolled her eyes and poured some more whiskey into her glass. If she was
going to have to face that eternal pain in her ass, she was going to be a hell
of a lot more drunk than she already was. Bobby kept the good shit hidden under
one of the loose floorboards. Once she knew that everything was in the clear
and that little rat was not going to make an appearance within the rest of her
lifetime, she would replace it for him and grab him a little something extra.
With one heavy stomp the board came loose, revealing her treasure. The biggest
bottle was the easiest to grab, which made it all the more convenient for her.
The whole while Jax just watched, slightly amused but majorly he was just
trying to keep his patience. 
"Bobby is going to shit a chicken if he finds out you have been swiping this
shit from him again." He reminded her, and diverting attention from his major
problem for the time being. "Remember last time? Great job of yours, planting
that shit on Tig, gave us all a real nice fight to watch, but the next time
he's going to know it's been you."
She popped the cap off the top and downed a 1/3rd of the bottle in one large
gulp before responding. "Bobby won't suspect a damn thing. I'll put the bottle
in Piney's room this guy. He can't pick a fight with the old guy." Then she
downed the rest. "He's just lucky I don't take the other bottles he got hidden
under there. Close to a thousand dollars worth of the good stuff under there,
and the only people who know are you and me and the son of a bitch who owns
it." 
The day was certainly off to a thrilling start. Gemma was drinking herself into
what looked to be a small coma, a perfectly good stunt to keep appearances up
was ruined, the brothers had separated and were off doing whatever they felt
like doing instead of working and getting things done. Fucking morons. First
mention of Tara and they were running off from their matriarch with their tails
between their legs to escape the oncoming terror she'd bring. He was going to
have to make calls, bring those dumbasses all back and get them back into line
which, knowing how most of them could be, would take hours at the least. 
There was only one thing that could possibly make this all worse and that was
what they were going to have to face next. But how to brake this news to Gemma
sensitively, so she didn't massacre the whole lot of them, was going to be the
worst. Which was why he was going to pass that burden onto Clay's shoulders
immediately and save his own ass. He was going to need all of his strength to
put up with what was coming himself. 
Speak of the devil, current alpha of the MC was always a man of good timing. He
came walking in from church with one hand in his pocket and the other keeping
his phone against his ear. He was talking to someone but quietly enough so Jax
or wouldn't hear and hung up just a few seconds later. He stuffed it back into
his cut, and grinned approvingly at the other two. "I got some great news about
Juicy. Couple of interested parties. Thinking of letting the boy himself pick,
you know? At least then he can have slight choice over where he's ending
up...where is the bastard anyway?"
"I think he and Chibs went to go see Kerrianne for a bit. Get him out of the
way of Gemma's shit storm. They'll be back soon enough." The omega was safest
with Chibs. Lord knows he could never let anyone or anything ever hurt one of
those fragile little things, and it was beginning to seem that the Scot was
considering Juice an actual brother and friend instead of a charge he was
supposed to be protecting so they could get a nice price. However, past
experience told the three of them how dangerous that could be. That kind of
relationship, that little dynamic, could work for now but it wasn't going to be
something that paid off for the club in the end. Sooner or later, something was
going to give and that could never be allowed. When Chibs got back Jax and Clay
were going to talk to him about loosening the reigns with Juice. Let Opie or
Gemma spend more time guarding him. 
Clay looked his wife over, took into account the empty bottle of whiskey and
the loose board, and sighed. "Tara can't be coming back here at a time like
this. It wasn't right when you were teenagers fooling around and it isn't right
now. Someone's going get killed because of her."
"It's not like I extended the invitation! She left, and I didn't have any
contact with her until today! For all I knew she could have been dead!"
"Great. That's just what we need. A sentimental ex lover coming into the
picture to try and rekindle the love. This kinda of melodramatic crap makes me
sick!" 
Jax would have normally come to the defense of his old love. Would have shown
some kind of biker chivalry, if such a thing was possible to exist, but
something else caught his attention. Well, to say it caught his attention would
be one of the biggest understatements in the world. The scent of someone new,
someone completely foreign to the club, hit him like brick wall and put his
alpha on full alright. His eyes glowed blood red and locked with Clay's which
were doing the same. This reaction...it could only have been caused by one
thing. Another alpha was outside the clubhouse. An alpha the sons of anarchy
hadn't dealt with before.
At least Tara wasn't going to be in Charming for another two weeks according to
her call, or else shit may really have hit the fan. 
***** Chapter 18 *****
Juice Ortiz was one tough son of a botch to track down. When he wanted to
disappea, the boy could do it almost perfectly and have you questioning if he
was ever there to begin within. He left New Yoem without a trace, no one knew
where he could have gone or why but it happened. The kid wasn't cut out for the
life there and could never follow in the footsteps of those who came before
him. Their organization was like a hydra. You cut off one head and two more
would pop up in its place. He was expandable. 
Marnie remembered the last time she saw him. He was acting weirder than usual.
For all the time she had known Juice, he tried to stay as vegetarian as
possible to the point where he would actually throw up if he ate meat. It got
him out of school one day when he accidentally consumed a chicken nugget and
promptly vomited all over the cafeteria. The morning of his last day in New
York, Juice ate meat. Not just meat though but nothing but. No veggies, no
fruit, no dairy, just an endless amount of meat. 
At the time this stuck out with her the most. Ofcourse she asked him if he was
feeling alright, and get a simple answer in response, but him eating like
Tyrannosaurus rex haunted her for the rest of the day.
The plan was to go see Charlie in prison and report back to see if anymore
information about the rogue omega had come up. Juice said he was going to run a
full systems check and back up files all day. Technical crap. She really didn't
know how hd could put up with it. She asked him to make dinner. It was a
Thursday and since Juice was an extremely organized indivi when it came to meal
patterns, that meant they would have some kind of pasta with vegetarian sauce
and garlic bread from the bakery down the street. Marnie left at eight that
morning and returned at 6. Juice was gone and his room was empty.
While the others were not so concerned about his sudden departur, she certainly
was as was Charlie. Juice had been in fights before but he was...different than
most people. He didn't do so good on his own, he needed to have someone
watching his back, giving him orders, making him feel like he was doing what
was right. Otherwise he would act all stupid and get into a shit ton of
trouble. Charlie and Marnie knew that both well. 
She took a week off from work and visited her father one last time during
visiting hours at the prison to assure him that she would bring the idiot home
and find out what was going on with him. Charlie just nodded and made her
promise to be careful, to not let anything happen to her. She and Juice were
all he had left. 
Marnie remembered blowing it off and asking what could possibly go wrong. 
The events that followed in her life seemed you be the universes giving her the
middlefinger for uttering such a phrase. 
She had tracked Juice as far as Tacoma when she was bitten. Rogues were a
problem down there. The packs tried to thin them out, for their own sake of
course. Rogues killing humans brought in the hunters which was good for none of
them. They didn't need to get involved. Marnie killed the son of a bitch that
bit her alone and happily took his status as alpha. 
Ofcourse, this meant she could never go back. Just keep going on, keep going
west, to try and find Juice. She couldn't face her father again. She's become
one of the monsters he'd devoted his life to eradicating. Needless to say,
Marnie didn't sleep well for a while. 
Her pack formed slowly when she was leaving. An omega was on the run, trying to
avoid an arranged marriage his pack had set up. He was a good worker, strong
too, and handled orders well. His only problem was rant he didn't want to
become anyone's literal bitch. At the moment, Marnie didn't feel like fucking
him and could use the help, so she let this omega tag along. He was a good
fighter, helped her with a lot of stuff. Useful little bugger, he was. 
Marnie's new packmate suggested they check out Redwood. Said he'd heard that a
lot of wolves ended up in those parts and if Juice was on the run, it was
probably cause he turned. It couldnt hurt to look. Not like the two had
anything else to do besides track this guy down. 
They showed up at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse roughly a week later. SoA was
one of the biggest packs in the country with ties to almost everyone. If they
couldn't help them find Juice, no one could. 
"Yo!" She called in to the wolves inside. She knew they were there. She could
smell them. A human, and the pack alpha, and amother wolf. "Someone want to
come out here and chat for a minute?!"
Seconds later, a blonde man emerged from the doorway, claws out and growling.
"What do you want bitch? Could bring you in for trespassing." 
A show of dominance. It happened often when two alphas got together. Though
this one wasn't alpha yet. The man inside was. Funny. 
Happy took this opportunity to gesture to the open sign in the window. "Looks
like we're allowed in to me. A public place, really."
"Yeah," Marnie said in agreement. "Now help a gal out. You wouldn't know where
I can find one Juan Carlos "Juice" Ortiz?"
"Depends. What do you want him for?"
"I'm here to bring him home. I'm his step-sister."
***** Chapter 19 *****
Being dethroned as Tig liked to call it would have been a lot harder for Chibs
if he hadn't had Kerrianne with him. She wouldn't have survived with Jimmy O,
Fiona knew that, and she pulled every possible string she could, reached out to
every friend she had left, and got her young daughter out of Ireland with her
father. The sons had been kind to them, to the alpha who lost his title, and he
owed them a debt. Since then he had become a soldier for the Sons, did whatever
the alpha demanded of him. Go on illegal gun runs, check. Kill this guy for the
club, check. Fight a bunch of Mayan wetbacks and gut a couple of the sons of
bitches, check. Babysit their newest asset, check. Don't fuck their newest
asset, check. Chibs liked to think that he was one of the best at the table,
got the job done without much compliant. The latter was starting to get
incredibly difficult for him. Juice was beginning to grow on him, not just as
an omega but as a brother. He was going to miss having him around whenever Clay
and Jax finally shipped him out. If he had any sway, enough to at least
convince Bobby and Tig to keep him around, he'd be out trying to gain support
for Juice keep his kutte. How many would be willing to go for that though? Tig
wouldn't unless he got his dick sucked twice a day by the guy in question, and
that wasn't something Chibs was comfortable with allowing, and Bobby...Bobby
could be unpredictable with his votes. 
Kerrianne was sitting on the couch in his living room watching a movie when
they came in. Something involved one of those actors them teenage girls like,
one of those 'Hollywood hunks' who was more of a pretty boy than anything else
and got jobs based solely on how attractive he was. Chibs hated those bastards.
Riding their looks, no talent, they weren't loyal to their profession and that
was something that really got under his skin. This one involved a man running
around without a shirt fighting some strange kind of half-shark half-octopus
monster. That was another thing Chibs hated, Hollywood B-movies that tried to
ride the success of original movies. A lot of things in Hollywood pissed the
Scotsman off. 
"Hey Da," Kerrianne tilted her head back to see them come in. "Who's yer
friend?" Juice had his kutte on, had been wearing it and not letting it out of
his sight since the day they found out he was an omega, but he smelled too
different when compared to the others. Smelled sweet under all of that oil and
grease. It would have been confusing no matter who was sniffing him out and if
they knew the kid personally. 
"Juice. He's a friend of the club." Chibs explained and took a seat beside his
daughter on the couch. "Never met another 'mega before and I figured the lad
could use someone to talk to about it. He hasn't been one of us for very long."
A little over a year to be exact. That was a long time to go with minimal
knowledge on your own bloody anatomy and bottling up whatever feelings you had,
fears you had because there was nobody around to listen. He wasn't going to
push this off on Kerrianne, Chibs was willing to listen too, but when it came
to omega issues he felt that an actual omega who had been dealing with these
types of problems for years was a better option.  
There was something off putting about Juice and Kerrianne interacting like this
and the former alpha suspected it had something to do with them being so close
together in age, with only a couple of years in the difference. Made him feel
like an old man, an old perv for thinking some of the shit he did about Juicy
boy. It would kill him if he ever found out someone was having these kinds of
thoughts about his little girl, so he could only imagine how Juice's parents
felt about it...if they even knew the crowd their boy was running with
nowadays. Kid never talked much about his life before joining the crew and the
brothers were too afraid to ask.
"Hi." Juice said simply and sat down beside him. It was a small couch, their
thighs were pressed together and Chibs could smell the bitterly sweet
underlying scent of omega a lot better when they were this close. There was
something else with Juice, a sort of exotic scent mixed in with his own that
Chibs couldn't place a name or picture to. Regardless, it was slowly becoming
his favorite scent. 
"Hasn't been a 'mega so long?" Kerrianne repeated, raising an eyebrow as she
tried to mull her head around what her father had just told her. "You mean to
say that he was human, got bit and became...a 'mega? I thought that was
impossible. I-in order for that to happen your organs would have to rearrange
themselves, make space for a womb and the equipment necessary to carry a
cub..."
Juice stared down at his hands to avoid eye contact. This was all very familiar
shit with him. "That's true," He said finally, after a few minutes of trying to
peace together the response he wanted to make to that. "And it wasn't exactly
the high point of my life. Vomitting blood on the bathroom floor of some cheap
motel while your insides shuffle about...I don't have any experience with
childbirth or anything like that but after becoming an omega and surviving, I
feel that I could go through labor without so much as shedding a tear." He
looked over at Chibs and frowned, "Don't tell the guys that though. They may
try and take it literally."
Both Kerrianne and Chibs managed to laugh at that, though there was a ring of
truth to what Juice said. Tig would certainly be willing to hop into bed and
pop out a cub with the club's pretty Puerto Rican if he heard Juicy talking
like that. This was something better left to the Telford family. And Juice. He
could be considered an honorary member for now. Until he was married off to the
highest bidder. 
...Hmm....
This gave Chibs an idea on how he could keep the kid around and out of the arms
of someone really dangerous.
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