Davey Williams || Alpha

Music pounds through the rooftop speakers of the W hotel, the glittering skyline of Los Angeles sprawling out from every angle. It was the most exclusive ticket in L.A., with fans standing on the sidewalks below, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite musician or celebrity.

Everyone is having a good time.

Everyone, except Davey Williams.

He doesn’t even care for their own album release parties, let alone a rooftop full of people he’d never talk to in normal circumstances. He’s traveled all over the world, but he’s never felt more alone while surrounded by people in Los Angeles. It was all so fake--

The only reason he’s even here is that their label insisted. For the first time in their career, they were nominated for album of the year, which meant they had to at least show up at the Grammy’s nominee party. Even Ben had agreed; Go rub elbows. Be charming! Or at the very least — show you’re not ungrateful for the nomination, okay?

Which is why Davey now stood near one of the large pillars, willing himself to melt into the shadows. He’s dressed in a custom suit jacket from Vivienne Westwood — the black material covered in studs and safety pins, and tartan slacks. His chest is bare, showcasing the tattoos and piercings that adorn his skin. In his hand, a Jack and Coke is clutched like a lifeline. He doesn’t know where the idiots he calls bandmates had wandered off to, but knowing them, Kellin was coaxing Mikey into doing something absolutely idiotic while Vic recorded it.

He wants to get out of here — this isn’t a place he belongs, and he feels uncomfortable having so many eyes on him. Davey downs the last of his drink — deciding to brave the crowd to grab another. Maybe the alcohol would numb the anxiety he felt. The crowd easily parts for the intimidating drummer as he makes his way towards the opulent bar.

He’s always stood out, even before he presented as an alpha — but it was more apparent now. He’s used to intimidating others, sometimes even relishing the way others shrank away from him. It helped him keep his walls up — helped him avoid being hurt. Because letting people in only led to pain in the end.

Just like Sara.

He can almost smell his ex’s scent — that too-sweet cherry cordial scent that would cling to his sheets for a day. He used to love that scent — but now it only makes him nauseous. His stomach churns even just smelling it again.

Wait.

Davey stops dead in his tracks, that cherry scent filling his lungs again. He’d recognize her scent anywhere, but she wouldn’t be here, right? Only he’s wrong — he’s so damn wrong. Sara would never pass up such an elite party — she’s probably live-streamed herself at the party for the last several hours. She always had her fucking phone in her face, even when they were dating. To add insult to injury — when Davey was thinking about making things official with her — someone sent him videos of Sara spending her heat with another alpha while he was on tour.

It had crushed him — so much so that he was still reconciling his feelings two fucking months later, and yet here she was — hanging off another alpha’s arm like her relationship with him had meant nothing. Fuck.

He doesn’t want to run into her like this — He can’t let her see that he’s still hurting. Panicked — Davey looks around the party for something — anything that could prove to be a distraction. Eventually, his grey eyes land on the figure of an omega standing alone. It’s a crazy idea — one that would probably get him slapped, but he’s desperate not to let Sara see how much she still affects him.

He’s a fucking alpha rockstar; he can’t still be hung up on an omega who never even really loved him.

As Sara drew nearer, Davey approached the omega, his imposing figure taking up space as he cornered them. “Listen — I need you to pretend to be my omega — just, just for a minute, okay?” He explains hurriedly, his gaze tracking Sara’s movements.

“I promise you can slap me later, okay?”

He flashes a rare, charming smile as he delivers his warning. He knows this is crazy — that he should suck it up and act like the bigger person. But fuck it — for once in his life — he’s gonna pull a rockstar move.

As Sara approaches — a gasp of Davey! escaping her bubblegum pink lips, he looks down at the omega in his arms and captures their lips with his, kissing them right in front of his ex and the rest of the party.