jld71:Title: Not One For ConventionAuthor:  jdl71/jld71Artist: DWimpala67Rating: ExplicitShips:

jld71:Title: Not One For ConventionAuthor:  jdl71/jld71Artist: DWimpala67Rating: ExplicitShips: Jared Padalecki/Jensen AcklesExpected word count: 34,000Major warnings and tags: Dystopian AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega, Omegas Treated As Pets, Omegas Treated As Sex Toys/Playthings, Slavery, Pining, Hurt Jensen Ackles, Angry Jared Padalecki, Scared Jensen Ackles, Alpha Jared Padalecki, Omega Jensen Ackles, Top Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jensen Ackles, Body Modification, Threats of Body Modification, Threats of Castration, Abandonment, Younger Jensen Ackles, Older Jared PadaleckiSummary: In a world where alphas rule and omegas are treated as nothing more than pets and playthings, Jared does the unthinkable. He falls in love with Jensen, the omega he was gifted with, claiming Jensen as his mate. It’s something unheard of, claiming one’s omega, but then again, Jared was never one for convention.Opening paragraph: Jared was bone-tired upon returning home. The past few days seemed to rush by in a chaotic haze. All he wanted was to strip off his clothes, have a hot shower, and crawl into bed. The seminar he’d spoken at had been rushed and not planned well. It had left his mind whirling and making him feel overloaded. The room he’d been provided had been adequate, but the bed had been anything but comfortable or able to accommodate his large frame. At nearly six feet five inches in stature plus being broad-shouldered and muscular, not many hotel beds, or the average bed for that matter, fit his body. He was at least thankful that his custom bed would be ready and waiting for him once he was able to fall into it and hopefully get some much-needed sleep. After pulling into his driveway and cutting the engine he sat, breathing a tired sigh, and took that moment to rub at his bleary eyes. His eyes felt scratchy and caked with grit that needed to be washed away. There was no time like the present for that, he thought to himself as he shouldered the door open, grabbed his travel bag, and made his way inside. After shutting off his house alarm he leaned against the closed front door taking in the quiet of his home, beginning to relax and feel more at ease, until his cell phone rang - an upbeat tune and just this side of too loud for him breaking the coveted silence. He thought about letting the call go straight to voicemail, but that particular sound was an indication that it was one of his parents’ calling - most likely his mother - and she would only call again, exasperated that he hadn’t bothered to take her call. The woman meant well but didn’t seem to understand that the apron string had been cut long ago and that he was a grown alpha. With a weary sigh, he dug his phone out of his front pocket and answered the call, wincing at his mother’s overly excited voice chirping in his ear. “Hey, Mom…”Date the story is posting: 5/5/22 -- source link

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