"You did good, House Pet." Tyrone commented as he walked the Omega to the front door of his apartment, Kaiden still in the Force vehicle stating that he wanted to give Jax the details of what had happened.

Musa blinked owlishly at the Alpha's comment, before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "But I didn't do anything." He insisted.

"On the contrary," Tyrone disagreed, "You caught the attention of the princess." He declared with a smug expression as he pulled a lighter and cigarette out of his pocket.

"I...what?" Musa gaped at the Alpha, who chuckled as he lit the cigarette.

"Y/N tends to have a dramatic flare around her, as you saw earlier." Musa nodded his head at the memory of the shattered chandelier and the way she spoke as if she were an actress on a stage, knowing she had an audience. "But she's not afraid to kill." Tyrone's comment was hard, leaving no room for questioning. "That chandelier would have crushed Tegan Hall if she had aimed in a careless manner. But it was well planned. She wanted you and Tegan Hall to know how willing she is to kill, but she won't unless it proves that you might be useful to her." He explained.

Musa felt glued to the concrete, frozen as chills went up and down his arms, despite the summer breeze that blew by.

Slowly, he swallowed, before staring at Tyrone who had stopped a couple of feet in front of him after noticing that the Omega had stopped walking. "How do you know it was me she was trying to prove that to?" He asked.

"Because it's not every day you see an Omega standing around with a bunch of Force officers. Trust me, you interested her, so be prepared for her to come for you." Tyrone declared.

"Was this...a part of the plan?" Musa couldn't help but to hiss.

Of course he didn't believe that he'd just be able to walk into the Cross Pack Headquarters and ask if he could join -no one knew where those coordinates were anyways-, but he was at least hoping that it'd be safer than being kidnapped by one of the most brutal packs ever!

~*~

Safe. That'll probably never be a word that Musa would know ever again, not after he agreed to take this story.

Sighing at the memory from a few nights before, the male ran his fingers through his unkempt hair as he curled up in his recliner chair.

Jocelyn had 'given him some time off' so that he could work on his story without worrying about having to check in. This being one of the reasons she refused to pick up her phone, and the other he was sure being that she didn't want to be chewed out by her adopted younger brother over how his life may be at risk.

Musa sighed once more, before he stood up and walked into the kitchen of his apartment.

Tyrone had warned him to be prepared for anything, so Musa was fully dressed with a pen and tiny notebook stuffed into his pocket for him to write notes, as well as the key to his collar hidden in his shoe.

The sound of a soft melody filled the apartment and kept the male calm, to an extent, as he opened a cabinet and picked up a mug. Musa hummed along to the tune as he put the mug on the counter and went through his fridge. Grabbing the small jug of milk, he turned around before grunting as an arm was tightly wrapped around his middle and a a cloth was clasped over his mouth.

Musa dropped the jug out of surprise, grabbing at the arm that was pressing the cloth to his mouth. He attempted to claw at the arm, but it was futile as his attacker was wearing long sleeves.

"Now, now, Omega. There's no need to struggle~" a voice cooed into his ear. "Just submit to me like a good boy."

A growl of frustration erupted from Musa's throat as he continued to attempt to leave some sort of mark on his attacker and not breath in the heavy fumes that wafted off of the cloth. However, the more that he struggled, the heavier his eyelids began to get.

The last thing he saw was golden blond hair.

~*~

Musa awoke with a groan, sweat dripping down his forehead and neck.

Attempting to wipe away the wet substance, the ravenette froze up when he felt the softness of his skin and heard a snicker.

Sitting up quickly, Musa glanced around his surroundings wildly.

He was in a room that was way larger than his apartment, the walls and ceiling a metallic substance. The only light in the room came from the dim yellow glow from the ceiling and five glowing blue monitors that were on the other side of the room from where Musa was laying down on a blue couch. There were a couple of desks put together, a small coffee table stacked with magazines and newspapers in front of him, and towards the back of the room there was a small bar with hanging wine glasses.

Sitting in one of the swivel chairs near the largest monitor was a male with blond hair and ruby eyes. He wore a brown suit and had his legs crossed as he stared at Musa with a devilish grin. "So you're awake, sleeping beauty?"

"W-where's my collar? Where am I? Who are you?" Musa stuttered, shrinking into the couch as if it'd swallow him up as the man stood, showing off his tall, lanky build.

"You have a lot of questions, don't you, little one?" The blond questioned, amusement clear in his eyes. "Unfortunately for you, your collar had been tossed into the back dumpster of your apartment complex. Honestly, in your shoe? I've seen some creative places in my life, but that's just boring, not to mention unsanitary." The male declared, causing Musa's breath to be stuck in his throat. Was the room getting dizzy, or was it just him? "As for who I am? You'll never know~" Just as that familiar cooing voice spoke, a more threatening one caused the two to become rigid.

"Alistair Rennie! How dare you!" What looked like a wall moments before opened up, revealing to be a door, as a familiar (H/C) female arrived in all her seething glory. Kit not too far behind.

Musa continued to sit like a mouse, frozen in fear, while the blond had seemed to relax as that grin appeared on his lips once more.

"Princess, good day. I brought the Omega, just like you requested." Alistair calmly said, gesturing towards the ravenette as the female stomped up to him.

The room became eerily quiet when Y/N slapped the blond's cheek, causing even Musa to flinch out of his hypnotized state.

"I told you to bring him here, as in threatening him or something, not kidnapping him!" Y/N shouted as Alistair stared at the girl with an unreadable expression. "And where's his collar? I demand you give it back to him immediately!" She snarled.

Alistair's eye twitched, and Musa actually felt fear for the ferocious (H/C) female, especially when the blond suddenly grabbed the wrist of the hand that she had used to slap him and pulled her body against her own.

"Princess, you don't have any position to order a Beta around." Alistair growled, before his eyes seemed to glow as he smirked with a red hue dusting his cheeks. "Unless you promise to slap me again~" He purred.

Y/N clicked her tongue, before she round-house kicked the male across the room. "Pervert!" She seethed even more, wiping her hands on her gold sequined shorts.

The (H/C) then snatched up the familiar silver collar from one of the desks where it was hidden under a stack of papers, before she walked up to Musa who had begun to tremble. Y/N seemed to ignore this as she knelt in front of him and stared at him with a calmer expression.

"Can I put this on you? Or would you prefer putting it on yourself?" She questioned, seeming to genuinely care about his opinion.

Musa's trembling began to fade as he stared into the female's glowing neon eyes, before he slowly nodded his head and allowed Y/N to wrap the metal around his neck and clasp it secure, using the familiar key to lock it. "For safe keeping." The female then stated, slipping the key into her pocket.

"What...Why am I here?" Musa whispered out, seeing the genuine expression in Y/N's eyes.

"Well, my colleague over there was supposed to bring you to a nearby bookstore, not our hideout!" the female once more snapped at the blond as he walked back to her side with a wide grin and his hand clasped against his middle.

"You said to bring him, and I did. You didn't specify how." Alistair pointed out.

"What are you, a genie now?" Kit teased, placing his hands behind his head and smiling innocently as Y/N scowled at him.

"Don't encourage him, Kit." She told him, a hint of a whine in her tone and causing Musa to think of her as being cute. "Musa Kendall, the first Omega to work as a journalist. The times really are changing." Y/N said in a wistful tone as she had once more put her attention onto the male.

"How did you-"

"Alistair here is our informant. I had him dig up some information on you after I saw you during the accident at Amberline." Musa really hated the fact that Tyrone was right.

"And it really wasn't that hard, either. The Force has really been slacking, practically everything about this guy is out for the world to see." Alistair declared, running his fingers through his blond locks. "Twenty-two, just graduated from Jarvis University a couple of months ago with a degree in history and journalism before being hired at Whitdenn Daily where he's been writing articles on historical artifacts. And listen to this, Princess, he's got a cute little birthmark on his-"

"Alright! So you've looked into me." Musa flailed his arms quickly, a red flush covering his fair skin while Alistair pouted at not being able to share his 'exotic' findings. "But...Why?"

"Our very own princess has fallen in love with you~" Alistair purred, before grinning innocently as he caught the female's foot before she could kick him in the face. "Must you always be so forward when in front of others, Princess?" he calmly questioned.

Y/N growled and pulled her foot out of the blond Beta's grip, before she turned to Musa with her arms crossed and trying her best not to look irritated. She was sure that Musa was scared out of his wits, and from what Alistair had told her before, he frightened easily.

"Do you know who we are, Omega Kendall?" She asked him.

Musa's eyes flickered at the two males and female. Surely they'd beat him up or kill him -or both- if he pissed any of them off. He could always lie, but he had a feeling that that wouldn't end well for him, but if he told the truth, they might become suspicious of him then too. Slowly, he nodded his head. "You're the Cross Pack...right? One of the three most powerful packs in Whitdenn."

"Right. My name is Y/N Cross, I will be the next leader of the Cross Pack. This is my second-in-command, Kit, and you've met Alistair." Y/N introduced, seeming satisfied with his response. Hopefully that meant he wasn't going to die just yet. "Do you know what it is that my pack does?"

Musa tensed and straightened up, before he bit his trembling lip. "The Cross Pack kills without a second thought, you cause fear in people." He answered, before saying afterwards when seeing the tenseness of the three, "But no one understands why you do that."

Y/N sighed, her shoulders relaxing, before she held her hand out to Musa. "Come with me, Omega Kendall."

Musa glanced at the female's hand, before his amethyst gaze flickered up to her bright green. "Do I have to?" He whispered, looking away from her.

Y/N's eyes gazed at the male sympathetically, retreating her hand back to her side. "Yes." She answered, her voice firm and causing the male to nod his head, before seeming to be a bit surprised.

Usually when an Alpha firmly ordered an Omega -or Beta- around, they didn't have much of an option other than to obey. But with Y/N, Musa felt as if he could've easily denied her.

Then why did he submit so easily?

Musa got off of the couch that he had been sitting on, beginning to follow behind the (H/C) female as she walked towards the opening in the wall, before he flinched when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Should we put the handcuffs on him, Princess?" Alistair questioned, holding up a pair of pink fuzzy cuffs.

"Dude." Kit, who was firmly standing by Y/N's side, muttered as he wore a mixed expression of exasperation and disgust.

"There's no need, you perv." Y/N hissed out the blond's nickname that she had given him when he first joined the pack what felt like eons ago. The female then stood between the Omega and Beta males, wearing a serious expression as she felt Musa grasp onto the sleeve of her black crop-top. "Omega Kendall is the Cross Pack's guest of honor. He will not be treated like some sort of inmate." She declared.

"You're no fun, Princess." Alistair sighed, putting the cuffs into his back pocket. "Well then, if I'm not needed anymore, I'll put my report on your desk and return to the agency." He smirked.

"Do what you want." Y/N rolled her eyes, before she walked out of the room with Musa still clinging onto her like a shy child and Kit following not too far behind as the trio ignored the blond shouting about how cold the female was towards him.

[Photo is of how I picture Kit.]