Eren panted heavily, fists clenched and raised in front of him, ready to strike at his opponent that stood before him. Sweat trickled down the side of his face and neck as he stood in fighting position, intently waiting for his target to make their next move on him.

He had been training for four hours now, forcing more and more strength behind each punch he threw. But it seemed like no matter how much effort and hard work he put into his training, he didn't seem to be making any progress. He knew his father wouldn't be happy to know about this. As the facility's favorite lab rat, he was expected to improve his skills in combat and any other self defense program each day.

Forest green eyes glowed fiercely with determination as he eyed his opponent and right when he was about to attack, a deep and smooth voice from behind startled him causing him to freeze in his spot.

"You shouldn't try so hard, meito."

Just hearing that voice pissed Eren off so much that he grit his teeth.

Eren glared over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing in on a tall and muscular figure standing several feet behind him. The strong musky aroma of fougere, and leather began to surround him, clouding his mind and senses. If he hadn't been taught self control, Eren was sure he would've fell to his knees right then and there.

"Go away, Zeke." He hissed before turning back to face his training partner, trying so hard to ignore the footsteps getting closer. All he wanted to do was train without getting harassed but was that too much to ask?

He stiffened in place when big, strong arms circled his waist, pulling him flush against a hard, muscled body. He turned his head away from the seventeen year old currently burrying his face in Eren's smooth and soft neck, inhaling his addicting scent.

Eren had expected something like this to happen again. After all, there was not a single day where Zeke wouldn't try to seek him out secretly. When no one was around to watch after him, Zeke would take the opportunity to appear and merely annoy, or if he got lucky, get close enough to Eren. The thirteen year old figured the alpha's attraction, and any other alpha in the facility for that matter, was because Eren was the only omega around.

But to Zeke, it seemed like it was not the case. When Eren was younger, Zeke would comment on his "bright and pretty eyes" and "soft hair" and while Eren thought nothing of it, since he was always complimented on his stunning characteristics, he failed to notice the undeniable lust hidden in his big brother's eyes.

Alpha's were strictly forbidden to be around him and if any were caught trying to get intimate with their only omega, they would be shot on sight. Eren was too "precious" to be tainted by immature alphas who lacked self-control. Yet they never suspected anything with Zeke. The perfect "controlled" alpha in their eyes and the absolute perfect match as Eren's "mate".

The thought disgusted him.

"Let go of me, Zeke." Eren hissed irritably, struggling in the alpha's arms. When the older teen made no move of budging, Eren closed his eyes and inhaled; calming himself. Then, without warning----

A loud, inhuman snarl ripped through the room, loud enough to be heard throughout the facility.

Next thing Eren knew, he found himself atop Zeke, pinning the alpha to the floor with a clawed hand at his throat. He could feel the alpha's pulse under his fingertips, and a whisper in his head urged him to sink one claw in. He was going to give in, when a booming voice echoed throughout the room.

"Eren, let go of him. Now,"

He faltered for a few seconds, his fierce, green eyes lingering on Zeke's smug one's but he retracted his claws, feeling them sink back in, as if they were never there to begin with. Just as he released his hold on the alpha's throat, he was being yanked away by harsh hands gripping at his arms. His assigned guards probably.

Without hesitation, he was being dragged out the room, the roughness of the cement floor scraping his legs. He looked over his shoulder one last time, and caught his father's cold gaze. His next words leaving a sting of uncurable hurt in his chest.

"You've disappointed me. . . Eren."

When Eren left the room, Mikasa by his side, immediately a blur of blonde ran into him, nearly knocking him off balance but he managed to catch himself in time. He steadied himself properly. Blinking a couple of times in confusion, he glanced down to see a familiar head of blonde resting against his chest, a pale hand tightly clutching at his shirt, as if afraid to let go. A gentle and rare smile formed on his face as he petted and stroked the blonde hair in adoration.

"Armin. . ." he murmured quietly yet softly.

Armin, currently glued to Eren like a koala, peeked up at him. Wide, worried blue eyes meeting his soft gaze before they were casted to the floor. "I'm sorry, Eren. . . . I was just so worried! When I saw the condition you were in--- oh my god, I thought you were dead! I thought---thought--" Tears slipped down his cheeks, as he hid his face in Eren's shirt, the fabric dampening from his tears. He clenched his teeth as he fought to keep himself from full on crying.

Eren gently wrapped his arms around Armin, encasing him in warmth all the while emitting soothing pheromones to calm the distressed boy. The calm, and alluring scent of  jasmines and white tea aloe surrounding them and efficiently calming Armin who was now reduced to little quiet sniffles.

Pulling away, Armin wiped his tears with the sleeves of his shirt, a dark blush adorning his cheeks and contrasting with his pale skin. He felt embarrassed because despite only knowing Eren for less than four days, it felt like he'd known the brunette forever. When he saw Eren's mauled, and bloody body being carried in by Levi it felt like he was reliving his past all over again. That he had lost another loved one again. It was just so painful to see, that instead he ran to his room and didn't come out until Marco broke the news that Eren was going to be okay.

It was like a large boulder was lifted off of him and he could finally breathe again, filled with nothing but relief and joy. That Eren was going to live. He would see him again and this time for sure, he wouldn't leave Eren's side. He owed him his life after all. When Eren had left, he made sure to practice with his gun during the day, night and mornings. He was improving too and he couldn't wait to show Eren how strong he had become.

He was about to speak up when, a loud and high pitched voice squealed, "EREN IS FINALLY UP!" And once again, Eren was nearly knocked off his feet but this time by a red-head girl who kept squealing incoherently.

Armin felt a wave of envy wash over him as he watched Eren laugh, the sound gentle and jovial, like chime bells in a windy weather. There was a grin on Eren's face as he ruffled Isabel's hair, and hugged her back.

Armin huffed, looking away.

"Oh, Eren! I'm so glad you're finally out! Come quick! I have to show you something!" Isabel pulled away, grabbed Eren's hand and began to to tug him toward the direction she came from. She was practically vibrating with excitement and the grin on her face was so bright and cheerful. Not even a ruined world could wipe her innocence.

Before Eren could think of protesting, he found himself being dragged away by the ball of energy, Mikasa and Armin following close behind. Mikasa closer than usual. They took several halls and doors before Eren found himself standing in front of two double doors that lead to none other than the eating hall room. He raised a perfect brow, knowing immediately something was up because Isabel was not good at pretending. She kept glancing at him from the corner of her eye, almost too eagerly.

Without another word, she shoved Eren through the doors, nearly causing him to fall for the third time in less than one hour. He stumbled but caught himself quickly and looked up in time to see a crowd full of people shout, "Welcome back, Eren!"

Eren stared with a blank expression, confusion evident in his vibrant eyes that were slowly taking everything in. "'Welcome back'? But I haven't even been gone that long---"

"See!" Jean shouted at Hange who was hopping from one foot to another, a manic grin on her face. "We should've said, 'Thanks for everything'!" He snapped to the grinning brunette.

Hange sighed and pushed up her glasses, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she waved the alpha off. "Oh hush Jean-bo, it sounded wayyy better than your idea." She rolled her eyes.

"Hah?!"

Hange clapped her hands together, and made a beeline to Eren. "Eren!"

Without thinking, Eren automatically stiffened, posture tense and eyes narrowing on the unfamiliar brunette charging at him. Sensing she was about to jump him, in a blur of movement, Eren had her pinned to the ground, a sharp blade pressed against her neck as he pressed his weight onto her so as to keep her from moving or attacking him.

Hange froze, eyes dazed from her head harshly hitting the ground as she lie frozen on the ground. She hadn't meant to startle the omega, and she would've slapped herself if she could but she didn't want to spook the dangerous and deadly omega who could end her life within in a second. She forgot Eren only felt safest with those he's known longer, like Jean or Marco. She wasn't sure Levi was an exception. Erwin was definitely not.

And now she knew she wasn't.

Gulping, she forced a shaky grin, baring her neck in surrender, so as to show she meant no harm and she was vulnerable. The feral, wild look in the omega's eyes screamed "dangerous" and it terrified her immensely. One wrong move and she'll have her head gone within a blink of an eye.

Finally, when Eren seemed satisfied that she meant no harm and wasn't going to hurt him at all, he released her and stood up, dusting off his white transparent T-shirt that was a size too big on him.  He glanced down at Hange who breathed a huge sigh of relief, unaware of the sweat that had formed on her forehead from the tension.

"Tch, Shitty glasses is trying to get herself killed again." Levi's familiar voice had Eren whirling around to see the alpha, stepping over the beta who lie on the floor star fish style. Same as always, the alpha wore his usual black attire, although his hair was combed back, a few loose strands falling in front of his face that made him all the more handsome. Eren couldn't look away from the sight.

"Ah," Eren cleared his throat softly, looking away and seeing that everyone had gone about their own ways, though he did notice the amount of food on the long table and the poor attempt at decorations. Flowers were hard to come by, but what he saw was not flowers. Instead a single stick was placed inside a half-broken discolored vase as replacement of flowers.

He fought the urge to laugh.

"Big bro! See! I told you I'd bring him!" Isabel shouted from behind him. There was the sound of light running footsteps, before Isabel was bouncing over to their side, a wide smile stretched across her young face. She noticed the faint blush on Eren's cheeks as he avoided Levi's gaze and her smile turned mischievous.

Levi rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms lazily, causing the muscles in his arms to bulge slightly which caught Eren's unwanted attention.

"So, Eren." Isabel casually leaned on Eren's shoulder, twirling a lock of brown, silky hair around her fingers. She noticed it had gotten a bit longer. "Do like it? The party?" She asked innocently.

Eren furrowed his brows, perplexed. "Isabel, I haven't even---"

"Exactly!" She shouted and suddenly shoved him towards the table, pushing him to sit down in one of the seats. She quickly began to fill a single plate with food before handing him a glassed drink. She patted his shoulder's, leaning down to whisper something in his ears before hopping away with a bounce in her step, leaving behind a red-faced Eren.

Eren was too busy thinking about the words Isabel had said, that he didn't notice music was playing or the seat beside him was pulled out and occupied by another body. He turned to see Marco serving himself a plate of food.

He bit his lip and glanced down at the clear drink in his cup, sloshing the liquid around. He wondered if he'd ever had a party thrown for him in the past. But then again there wasn't much to remember. But knowing these people cared enough to throw him a party after he'd woken up from a serious condition just made him feel . . . . happy.

These people made him feel like he belonged here. That he had a home.

A Family.

"Eren?"

He looked up, Marco's chocolate eyes meeting his. The alpha smiled and laughed nervously. "Sorry, am I bothering you?" He asked, scratching the back of his head.

Eren shook his head softly, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "No," he said before casting his gaze back down to the liquid in his cup, his reflection staring right back at him.

Beside him, Marco frowned, reaching over to softly touch Eren's slender shoulder. Leaning in, he asked worriedly, "Are you alright? You seem. . . out of it."

Eren shrugged nonchalantly, looking at Marco. "I'm fine, guess I'm still a bit tired." The soft tune of music caught his attention and he looked around for the source. "How did you get music in here?"

Marco laughed. "Oh Eren, have you not noticed we've had electricity? Or have you been blind all this time?" The raven teased with a smirk.

Eren huffed, "Well excuse me for wondering."

Marco smiled. "You know everyone was worried. They asked about you every day until news got around that you woke up. Jean and Isabel were the one's to suggest throwing a party. To show how much you meant to us and even though you aren't going to stay here for long, you're always welcomed back with open arms." He gently brushed Eren's hair from his face before standing up, grabbing his plate and leaving.

Eren stared at his lap for several seconds, Marco's words echoing through his head. He could stay. If he wanted he could but. . . .

"Eren. . . .I'm sorry."

He clenched the cup in his hands as his father's voice resounded in his mind. He had a mission, a job. A goal.

And he needed to fulfill that purpose until the end. But maybe, just maybe if  everything turned out alright in the end, he would come back. Come back for everyone.

And maybe even. . . .

He shook the image of his rotund belly out of his mind. He wouldn't think of that now. Now wasn't the time. He would stay two more days, help out as much as he could and then he would leave. For sure. He couldn't stay any longer because if he did, he knew he wouldn't leave this building ever again. He needed to finish his mission and then he would come back.

He glanced up and saw Levi leaning against the wall, a strawberry short haired woman clinging to his arm, a smile shaping her pink lips as she leaned closer.

Eren clenched his teeth.

He glanced down at his drink before making up his mind.

Fuck it.

He downed the whole drink in one goal, the liquid burning his throat as he swallowed. He coughed a few times, grimacing at the taste, before grabbing another cup and doing the same.

If he was going to leave soon, then he was done being the stuck up, cold hearted fool he was taught to be. Ignoring everyone like a plague and just not giving a fuck. He wanted to give a fuck! He would enjoy this damn party with no regrets. Because it was for him, right? So who's to say he can't enjoy it? He would have fun and-- and--

Fuck everything is moving.

He stumbled out of chair, noticing the room seemed darker and dimer than before. Who turned off the lights? He grasped onto the chairs and table for support as he made his way passed people, bumping into a few every so often. His whole body was on fire and hastily, he removed his shorts then shoes, leaving only his shirt.

It was too hot for clothes.

His world was spinning, as he stumbled, and just as he was about to fall, he felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around him, the alluring scent of musk and---

"Levi," Eren whined, his green-gold eyes glowing in the dim room. Cool, dark blue eyes met his and he shivered at the coldness of them, the way they darkened when his name left his lips.

Hot breath washed over his lips, as he was tugged closer to against a muscled body, and unconsciously, he licked his plump, red lips in anticipation just as pale lips brushed against his own.