His Brother's Dowry

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A million thanks to Mandy for braving the darkness to kill all the typos.

Tony has always admired his older brother Peter. Enough that when Peter decides to leave their birth pack to try his luck in a new one, Tony follows him there. As a beta, life will not be easy for Tony in the new pack—there, he’s expected to submit to the attentions of any unmated alphas since the pack does not have enough omegas yet. But he loves his alpha brother enough to endure the discomfort so Peter can get access to the new pack’s other betas.

Except Peter is in love with an omega already and the price of her dowry is well beyond anything he can afford. The girl’s brothers demand an omega of their very own.

Includes feminization, body modification, dubcon, noncon, psychological manipulation, and mpreg. Multiple partners. A/B/O. This NOT a romance.

Part 1: The New Pack

IT WASN’T HIS TURN, but he still turned around and braced his arms against the wall. Ginsberg dragged down his trousers and boxers only far enough to expose his arse. At least he was too impatient to go get lube, which meant he wasn’t going to fuck Tony’s hole. Ginsberg’s cock was hot as he pressed it between his arse cheeks and Tony couldn’t keep from squirming at the already wet flesh being pushed against his sensitive hole.

The alpha thrust into the passage between Tony’s cheeks, getting it increasingly wet with his precome and holding Tony’s hips in place with a firm grip. Tony did his best to keep himself still—elbows and forehead against the wall, knees locked—and tried to clench around Ginsberg’s cock. The sooner he came, the sooner Tony could go.

Or so he hoped: it wasn’t really his turn to submit to the alpha’s attentions, but that didn’t really matter when an alpha took a fancy to you. Gingsberg could make Tony’s life hard enough that it really wasn’t worth pissing him off.

And it wasn’t a big deal, really: betas got used when there weren’t enough omegas to go around. But sooner rather than later, Gingsberg would get his own omega and then Tony wouldn’t have to let him pant in his ear as he groaned his orgasm and filled Tony’s underwear with his spunk.

So good... Gingsberg mumbled onto his shoulder, his hips still moving as he enjoyed the aftershocks of his release. Tony didn’t contradict him even though he was only half-hard.

Gingsberg didn’t have much interest in getting Tony off, but it was different for other alphas.

When Tony’s brother had first taken him to join a new pack, Tony had been trained to enjoy being a bitch. It didn’t come naturally to him: he was no omega and he was mostly attracted to women. But that was no impediment for the men he’d been assigned to.

HE’D KNOWN THE PACK that had recruited Peter with the promise of virgin land to run and hunt free had no omegas, and he’d known in such packs alphas turned to betas to satiate their needs...

It was the same way in all packs, after all, because there were never enough omegas for all alphas.

In his birth pack, Tony had mostly been too young for sex, although he’d exchanged hand jobs with a few alphas—just a friendly favour to take the edge off.

In the new pack, things were very different.

He remembered his first time like it had been yesterday.

He’d been given a hot meal and sent to sleep in a dorm with the other betas—most of them as young as him or younger—and then the next morning he’d been told who he was assigned to.

Even then, he’d assumed the thirty something by the name of Jeremiah was meant to show him the ropes.

In a way, it was true. Jeremiah was in charge of teaching Tony what was expected of him in his new pack.

Jeremiah had no omega, of course, but he had Tony.

Soon he’d discovered that Jeremiah shared his bitches with his mate Fred, even though Fred had his own beta, Billy.

Jeremiah had taken him to a field not too far from the houses the new pack was building and told him to strip.

When Tony hadn’t moved, Jeremiah had huffed.

Lesson number one; don't make an alpha wait, he had said and a second later he was stepping up to Tony and pulling on his shirt so violently cloth tore against the skin of his torso, stinging like a whip. Jeremiah dropped the remains on the ground. Strip, he repeated watching Tony like he was bored.

Tony, still trembling slightly, toed off his shoes, then at a look from Jeremiah he lowered his zip. Don't like the trousers either?

Tony quickly shook his head, then shoved his trousers down. There was nothing he could do to stop this and if he resisted, he'd only get hurt.

More hurt. He knew...

He knew this would not be easy, no matter what.

Jeremiah did not ask him to remove his underwear, he simply stepped forward and yanked it down Tony's legs. Before he knew it, Tony was on the ground, knees aching from hitting it too hard. He blinked up at Jeremiah, only to find a booted foot pressed to his bare hipbone a little too hard for comfort. Get on all fours, bitch.

Tony scrambled to obey, too dazed to do anything else. This seemed to please Jeremiah, who whistled loudly. Now that's a nice view! he commented with a laugh.

Tony could feel his face burning with humiliation at the thought of what he must look like. A bitch indeed, naked and ready to be fucked by a strange alpha. Just like a good useful beta should.

I guess your lesson can wait, Jeremiah said thoughtfully. I need to ruin that arse right now.

Tony was still wondering what the alpha was talking about when he heard the sound of a zip. A body, heavy and hot, pressed itself along his exposed buttocks and back and he felt the man take him by the hips. The hot hard cock pressed insistently against his arse a moment later. It was leaking enough to smear pre-come on his skin. Tony jerked in disgust.

Lesson number two. Jeremiah gave a hard thrust forward, pushing his dick between Tony’s arse cheeks, making even more of a mess as well as digging his fingers deeper into Tony’s sides. You are here for me or any alpha to use and you should never hesitate on your duty. He leaned forward over Tony’s back and took him by the hair, forcing his head back and making him expose his throat in a way that had Tony whining, his wolf struggling as it realised it was in danger. You don’t want us hesitating when it’s time to protect you, do you? he asked, breath coming out moist and hot against Tony’s neck.

Tony froze. He could hear the threat in the alpha’s voice. That I like better, he was told as the alpha lazily rolled his hips into the space he’d lubricated for the purpose. Tony was trembling, neck still overstretched, body in high alert but unable to move... and then Jeremiah let go of his hair. The relief did not last long because it soon became clear he’d only done it because he needed the hand to push greedy fingers against... into Tony’s hole. He clenched against it and Jeremiah growled a threat.

He closed his eyes, exhaling, it would only be worse if he fought it. This was his role in the pack, he knew that, only...

It hurt, there were two fingers in him, digging in like the alpha wanted to tear his entrails out and even though he knew he was trapped, Tony tried to pull away. He only got his hair yanked back and a growl that made his wolf instinctively cower. Jeremiah used the chance to add another finger and rubbed at him from the inside.

Tony shuddered, curling forward, fists clenched hard enough he cut himself—the scent of his own blood joining the terror into making him nauseous. When another finger was added, he yelped, and Jeremiah laughed. Found your sweet spot, didn’t I? he asked shoving half his hand inside Tony’s