Levi's consciousness came back gradually as he registered the weight had shifted to his side. The thick, heavy arm was wrapped around him as the snore lessened.
This was not his place, nor was it the club.
His entire body ached, as even below felt worn out. It was as if he was rearranged.
If it were not for the new memories he suddenly had, he would have believed the drink did it's work. And that Winston..
'Lol' The original host, Levi Quinn had died under an alpha who fucked him hard. It was so funny that he had to stiff a giggle.
He even began to have a comparison to determine which Levi's death was more pathetic.
To die while being fucked or to die while being fucked.
Levi almost laughed out loud.
He slowly regained his composure.
Well, at least the thick scent of that perfume has reduced. And according to the original host's memories, the scent he had inhaled was called 'pheromones'.
And it was coming from the alpha beside him. The body also has one too.
It wasn't only the alpha's pounding that killed the former Levi, the pheromones also had a hand in it.
'Interesting' This was another world, a little different from his own, containing fantasies of Alphas and Omegas.
Levi immediately noticing movement, shut his eyes and evened his breathing. The oldest textbook trick 'Play dead till you know who owns the gun' or in this case 'Who is the gun'
The mountain of muscles stirred as he grunted off, almost earning a gasp from the 'dead' Levi.
The sudden emptiness and heat was shocking to the body as it's presence was. The bed dipped, one side.
Levi, through his lashes caught sight of the bronze skin and the kind of fitness that belonged in weight lifting.
He was a walking advertisement of premium genetics. Even while asleep he had that same type of presence that was impossible to go unnoticed.
Well, he was actually unnoticed some moments ago by the same person he was stretching open moments ago.
'Premium meat stick indeed' Levi smacked his lips in his head as he fought the urge to snort.
Too bad he had only a few seconds warranty. He watched the alpha rustle the sheets and heard the soft sound of feet hitting the thick rug. The man picked up his phone and moments later, a low vibration that shook the whole bed.
'Wow'.
"Come clean up the body" The alpha huffed into the phone, with a tone, rough from sleep, as if he was ordering room service.
The body in question "..."
'Body?'
Oh, apparently, that was him.
He fought the urge to laugh at the awkward situations he kept finding himself in.
'Oh, this is rich. Clean up the body?' He wiggled a toe.
'I wonder if they have special service for that' How considerate. Just a body waiting to be cleaned. 'Sterling industries omega disposal system, we handle your post-rut clean up needs. With a five star review probably'.
The alpha must have sensed the omega dying or might have even checked and confirmed. If he were to depend on the memories, though shaky, and the article the original host last read. He could give a more appropriate description of the different types of alphas.
Type A and type B alphas. Type A were the normal alphas, according to this world, with normal pheromones and normal everything else. But according to his understanding, the type A alphas were the extremes in his world.
Then we have the type B alphas. This ones were monsters, both in genetics, and say, all around.
Levi didn't flinch when the bed dipped and the alpha tossed his phone, harder than necessary.
Through his barely opened eyelids, he watched the alpha stand up and stretch, with muscles rippling under his skin marked with old scars. He watched as the man walked naked with heavy steps.
This made Levi's brain short circuit. He wasn't only looking at a hot guy's naked body, his brain was actually cataloguing some details.
Six foot four. The back was a wide bundle of muscles. A faint scar, thin and ran along his left shoulder blade, it was old and likely from a knife and maybe three inches long. And then..
'So, that means, all the type B alphas carry buildings around'
The bathroom door clicked shut. The sound of shower starting brought him out. He slowly stood up, his muscles aching, allowing himself a brief moment to access the situation more thoroughly.
His eyes glanced round the unkept room. He needed to leave before the alpha comes out, or the clean up crew arrives.
He needs to understand this things thoroughly, rather than surrender to faith, if he was actually given a second chance.
How does one deal with the aftermath of their death?