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@neverbendtheknee Mordern Mafia ABO

World Lore
- The setting is a modern city bigger than New York called Prthian where humans and faes live and work and crime together in ‘peace’
- There are seven ‘courts’ that rule the city with an eighth being for the humans that hold no real power because they don’t have magic
- The Night Court is the biggest and most powerful which Rhysand of course rules
- Spring Court is the smallest and weakest of the courts with Tamlin trying to gain power and influence any way he can
- It is said that the Night Court is a death sentence for any human as the ‘evil dark lord’ can not stand humans and has them hunted down
- On top of Fae and Human species and the fun dynamics that brings we also have Alpha/Beta/Omegas
- Both Fae and Humans can be all three but Alpha Humans have no power
- Fae males gain power based on what they show as Alpha/Beta/Omega
- Omegas are rare and sought after because if an Alpha bonds an Omega they become even more powerful
- For some reason that I haven’t thought of yet Omega Humans have the ability to turn Fae when they bond with a fae Alpha

More to be added

Feyre Archeron had not had an easy life even though she was the youngest of three girls and her family was well off at one point. She lost her mother at a young age and her father lost what wealth they had shortly after that. So with a father that couldn’t work and two sisters that didn’t know how Feyre took on the responsibility of making enough for her family.

She took to the streets and the first couple of years taught her a lot of hard life lessons. But Feyre refused to give up and let her family starve. She became a thief, learning to pickpocket almost anyone, and then learned to spot the people who had more money than they really needed. Those people received a special visit from Feyre. She was good at being a thief and became better the more she did it.

There was one major drawback and that was when she Showed as an Omega when puberty hit her. All of her family were Betas and she assumed she was just like them. But life was cruel. Omegas were sought after: hunted down and forced to bond Alphas and Feyre didn’t want that life. She couldn’t help her family if she was taken away.

So her solution was to take an easy to come by suppressor that caused her to come off as a Beta . But being on the suppressor was not good for an Omega especially if they took it long term like Feyre was. She had been taking it for years and her health was being affected by it.

But what was going to drive her to an early grave was her family. Her father thought he could get their money back and had promised a large amount to the Spring Court High Lord Tamlin. Well whatever scheme her father had been counting on fell through and they ended up losing everything. Tamlin was going to kill them all when Feyre offered herself up to the Fae. As payment and to be his thief. The only thing she wanted in return was the promise that her family would be looked after.

A deal was struck and Tamling took Feyre ‘home’ not knowing that he had an Omega within his reach. And to test her and see how skilled Feyre was as a thief he ordered her to steal from the High Lord of the Dark Court: Rhysand.

Feyre had argued against the order and Tamlin had to threaten her family to get her to agree to do what he had commanded.

Knowing she was going to die but at least her family would be taken care of, Feyre started to study the dark High Lord and his home. She found a way in and out pretty quickly because who would be stupid enough to steal from the Dark Lord as everyone called him.

So on the night when there was no moon, Feyre silently slipped into Rhysand’s office through the third story window, and silently prayed to the Goddess as she looked for something to steal that hopefully the Dark Lord wouldn’t notice missing.

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“Wait- what- no.” Feyre was being pulled out of the manor before she was able to gather her thoughts. The scent of an Alpha in rage had made Feyre freeze, trying not to be the target of that rage, and by the time her brain caught up with what was going on she was already out the door.

She tried to pull her arm out of Rhysand’s grip, his delicious Alpha scent was calling to her but she was refusing to acknowledge it. Or at least that was what she was telling herself.

“I’m staying here. I have to stay here.” She hated Tamlin and she hated her room and she hated the manor but Tamlin was keeping her family safe. “Please… I don’t want to die.” She knew Rhysand would kill her because she was a mere human.

Even with her pleading, he said nothing. He didn't even pause as he opened the passenger door, practically tossed her in and shut the door. Three of those four doors could only be opened from the outside so he didn't worry about her trying to escape as he ambled to his side and got in behind the wheel, shutting his door.

"Who said anything about dying?" he quipped lightly as he put on his seat belt, glanced at her, then peeled out. It wasn't until they were off the the grounds that he one-handed rifled through the center console storage, brought a plastic bottle to his eye level, then tossed it in her direction. "Here." Suppressors.

Then a small bottle of water that appeared from... somewhere. "Take them."

Rhys' eyes never left the road as he waited for her, merging into general traffic and hauling ass up north to his territory.

Feyre tried to get out as soon as he shut the door but it wouldn’t budge. She had been about to lunge for the driver side when he opened it and got in. She pulled away, putting as much space as she could between her and the powerful Alpha. His wonderful delicious scent filled the car quickly and Feyre found herself squeezing her thighs together to stop herself from squirming. She needed to get out of the car before he killed her or worse he found out what she was.

“What…” Feyre was so confused but grateful as she caught the bottle. They were a much better quality then she usually took but she couldn’t help but frown. “Why do you have these?” But she was opening the bottle and popped two pills into her mouth before she downed half of the water.

"I enjoy drugging my conquests for the night," he quipped, smirking briefly. Once he heard the bottle close again, he glanced at her. "Why do you take them?" It was an invasive question, of course. He had no duty to answer her just as she had no duty to answer him.

He had a fairly good idea why she would. If she were an Alpha, insecure little babies like Tamlin would get their panties all in a bunch. If she were an omega... Well. Suppressors were the least of her issues. Rhys decided he had no opinion either way, no matter how much his Alpha perked up at the sound of her voice. There were other mysteries to deal with before her status, the most important being getting that ring back.

"What the hell does he have lauding over you that you were stuck in his house?"

“I’m not surprised by that.” The words were muttered after his drugging comment as she focused on breathing through her mouth. Her body ached every time she breathed through her nose, getting a lung full of his scent, and she needed it to stop. She needed to give the suppressors time to work and block out the Alpha scent.

She didn’t say why she took the pills. Letting the silence fill the car for a moment.

Feyre looked at the High Lord, taking him in as he drove. He hadn’t killed her yet or harmed her in any way. Tamlin was more threatening than Rhysand was but the young woman had heard stories. Every human knew that the Night Court didn’t like humans.

“He is… was taking care of my family.” She would have to escape Rhysand and get back to them. They needed her. "I need to get back to them. You can just drop me off." Good try Feyre.

The way she sat there, trying to control herself...It clicked in his mind immediately and while the coil of satisfaction of getting a one up on Tamlin plus the sudden need to pull over and stake his claim on her was the only confirmation he needed, he knew better. He wasn't some mindless Alpha that was a slave to instinct, no matter how much he portrayed it. But this was worse than with the others, really, like... like this was the One. And he couldn't have his mind clouded like that. "Give me the bottle," he commanded in a low tone, trying to keep it as soft and calm as possible. As soon as the bottle was in his hand, the white knuckle grip on the wheel was loosened as he balanced the wheel with his knee, taking two himself and swallowing dry before putting the bottle away and almost slamming the console lid down. Sighing deeply, Rhys settled into his seat for the drive.

The half snort, half laugh was his response to her request to being released. "You are just the bold one, aren't you? What do you think will happen if I did that, darling? Do you think Tamlin is the reasonable one of the both of us and will allow you to go traipsing back through his territory to get to your family? Unscathed? You insulted him by getting caught and he isn't going to let that go."

Rhys turned his slightly mirthful, slightly predatory gaze to her. Pity suppressors were in pill form, he caught a whiff of her sweet scent and white knuckled the wheel again before kicking up the AC in the car and cracking the back windows open. "He will make the biggest example of you in the worse possible way. What type of bargain did you make with him about your family?"

“Those aren’t good for you.” Feyre warned as she handed over the bottle, her arm moving to his command before her brain caught on. She snatched her hand away, almost touching him, and pulled back as much as she could in the seat. Feyre had a sneaky suspicion that he could smell her, her true inner self, and not whatever scent she usually had if she had one at all. Fuck.

Anxiety made her chest heavy as she feared what he would do with the knowledge that she was an Omega. He was powerful and not mated. He would be looking for an Omega. She needed to get away.

Her thoughts were proved correct when he cracked open the windows.

“I could get back home without being caught.” She looked away, looking out the window of the car. She wondered if it fully opened. “My father made a bargain that he couldn’t uphold with Lord Tamlin. I didn’t want my father or sisters killed so I offered my services as a thief. …Stealing from you was a test that I failed. Please take me home.”

"They're a whole lot better than whatever you've been taking," he responded smoothly. No, the suppressors weren't the greatest thing, but in a pinch, when he needed to have a clear head, they worked. And they worked because it was his people who made them--at least this brand. High quality with few side effects meant high prices in most areas. And most of the time, he managed without them but this girl...

"So in lieu of your family's death, you would steal for him?" His eyebrows lifted at that. "Why?" Why would Tamlin want a thief? Why would he want skills instead of what she truly was? Then again, Tamlin was an idiot and too susceptible to others' influence. The Alpha didn't know how to trust any instinct other than his rage.

"I'm not letting you go." The statement was clear and held a little of that Alpha command. He couldn't let her go at this point, not when he knew. "You owe me. Until that ring is back in the correct hands, you are not leaving. And you didn't say what was agreed upon between you and him. What if the high crime life didn't pay?"

Fuck, he still didn't have her name. Bargains first, names later.

“I owe you nothing. I told you Lord Tamlin has it.” The words snapped out of Feyre as she looked back at Rhysand. She didn’t want to be in debt to an Alpha but specially him. She needed to get away. Rhysand knew and would keep her. Alpha hole.

“I didn’t even get a proper chance to steal for him. He sent me to you as a test. He wanted to know how good I was. I think he just wanted to piss you off and used me to do it.”

"He wouldn't have it if you didn't take it." Now there was a true growl in his voice, his eyes dark and dangerous as they glanced towards her.

"A proper chance. This wasn't a proper chance?" Rhys' ire was rising even though his words still had a lingering aloofness. She had gotten into his secure home and she thought it had been some stupid little test? Of course, she didn't understand what was really happening and he wasn't in the mood to explain it to her, either.

Where he was taking her, he couldn't risk her knowing the location. A bit of glamor to make the car looking like it was traveling the same lonely highway and he could use his auto pilot memory to get to the place he was taking her. "Fine. If this is just some silly little game to you, thinking you're without fault and should simply be released without making right what you did, this can go to the Tribunal anyway. It won't matter that my property is no longer on you, there's enough video to prove that you did it." He looked at her, gaze harsh as he continued. "I wonder... what they will do to your family after dealing with you." Another pause. "Or what they will do to you once the suppressors wear off again."

Rhysand let that land heavy in the air, giving her time to process it. "Because, obviously, anything that I would do would be oh, so much worse than what they would do, am I right?" There it is, Feyre, your choice. Trust the High Lord or take your chances with the Tribunal. "I'm sure Hybern would love to hear what you've been up to."

“You kill humans. Everyone knows it.” Feyre couldn’t help but be defensive even though she was at the mercy of this Alpha. He had all the control and well she had none. She was backed into a corner but Feyre wouldn’t give up.

She didn’t notice the glamor or the road that they were travelling on didn’t seem to really change as they drove. No, all of Feyre’s focus was on the Dark Lord and fading scent. She caught herself leaning in, wanting to press her face against his neck and the sensitive scent gland that was there. But Feyre tried to play it off as just shifting in her seat.

“Give me a reason to trust you.” She didn’t want her status to be known to the world. Feyre didn’t want her freedom and choice taken from her and she especially didn’t want her family to be harmed. “Because we are out of the city on some unknown road and I’m pretty sure you’re going to kill me.” Or worse, claim her.

"Humans also kill humans," he stated factually, not even bothering to look at her. "Do you hold the same vitriol to them as well?" Her squirming had him focusing on every minute thing she did, wanting to teethe her into stillness. Rhys, fortunately, had the necessity of paying attention to the road as they wound around the foothills of a mountain, entering the true heart of his territory.

Her demands did things to his gut even if he didn't readily show it. "Kill you?" Feyre's reward on that assumption was an eyebrow raise. "Are you talking about the literal sense or the metaphorical sense? Because I'm pretty certain if I wanted to kill you, I would make absolutely certain that it would happen with my name panting from your lips and my head between your thighs."

And that would be a pretty sight in his opinion. But...first thing was first, safety. He knew all too well how omegas were hounded and it was by sheer stupidity on Tamlin's part that she was unscathed. For someone bragging about being the best hunter on anything, his nose sucked. That's what one gets for being a 'yes man.'

There was more driving, of course, and then the glamour stopped, suddenly showing the edge of a sleepy, winding settlement that tracked a part of the s-shaped river that seemed to cut through the mountains that weren't there a moment ago. And the settlement was large, as big as a small city! But the buildings looked old. Quaint. Comfortable. And Rhys parked the vehicle in a narrow cobblestone alley between two tall town houses. The alley itself was barely large enough to fit the car, much less have the doors open completely. It was a trick to open the door part way and wriggle out, which Rhys did with practiced ease, already striding to open Feyre's door to let her out.

"If you run, I'll chase you, and I'm sure you know how excited an Alpha gets when they can chase something, hmm?"

He wasn’t wrong and it was really annoying. Humans did kill humans but humans were also taught from a very young age not to go into the Night Court part of the city. They weren’t welcomed there and if caught they would be killed. And yet… the ‘Dark Lord’ hadn’t made a move to harm her in any way.

Well not physically at least.

Feyre’s mouth dropped open and her thighs squeezed together at his words. She could feel her body react, no doubt her scent thickening, as she pictured his dark head of hair between her thighs, his mouth on her, his eyes never leaving her.

“That… will never happen.” The young human swallowed hard and looked away. She stewed in her own thoughts, squirming as she kept picturing the Alpha between her thighs. She needed to get out of the tiny vehicle and his soft masculine Alpha scent.

She gasped and tensed up when the landscape suddenly changed. Where were they? They weren’t in the city anymore. Feyre had never left the city in her life. She had so many questions as she saw the sleepy settlement. But she wasn’t only curious but a little scared too. Feyre had no idea what was going to happen.

“What makes you think you can catch me?” Trying to hide how she felt, Feyre wiggled out of the car and came face to face with Rhysand and his chest. There was barely any room for them.

Swallowing hard and keeping her hands to herself she looked up at him. “Where are we?”

Oh, he took her denial as a personal invitation to the challenge. As she managed out of the car and was stuck there, right up to his chest, he took his time looking at her. So small and delicate....

Focus, Rhysand.

"Oh, I can catch you, little darling," he purred, his eyes locked on her face. "Don't you worry about that." Before the lingering became torturous, he stepped away first, looking up at the wall of one of the buildings. "We're at my home."

Two which he was going to bring her inside. It wasn't that rich, opulent mansion she stole the ring from. This place was a little smaller, more compact, more....homey. The interior was so out of place for the High Lord that it was probably jarring. The scent of him and other Alphas were present, but nothing was alarming. And it didn't seem like anyone else was there, either- which could be a good thing or a bad one.

"There's four bedrooms and an attic suite upstairs. Whichever door is open, you can take your pick. I'll order more suppressors for you, if you like." Plunk went the car keys in the little dish on the counter. "Any dietary restrictions, let me know. Hobby preferences beyond lock picking and the like, I will have supplies brought here as well."

This wasn’t what Feyre was expecting at all. Not even a little bit. She stood in the doorway of a comfortable homey feeling house that fit the High Lord and at the same time it didn’t. This was nothing like the manor she had watched for days. It wasn’t cold or sterile and it reeked of him. Of Rhysand and other Alphas.

She watched him put the car keys in a little dish. Feyre had no idea how to drive but it couldn’t be that hard right?

“You… want me to live here? With you?” Feyre still hadn’t moved from her spot in the doorway. She had been off her suppressors for days, and while taking one in the car helped, it wasn’t doing anything about the strong powerful Alpha scent that was filling her lung with each breath. And causing her core to melt with need.

Her cheeks were already flushed from the car and standing too close to Rhysand but her eyes were getting a needy glassy look to them. One downside of being on suppressors since she showed, besides them being bad to take for a long time, was that she never had to properly control her inner Omega and its wild ways.

“You can’t be serious.” And yet it seemed like he was.

“I need some air.” Feyre backed out of the doorway and back into the cool night air. It felt nice on her flushed cheeks and the young human was able to take a full deep breath.

Oh, she was unbelievably tempting. And that was bad. Gloriously bad! His eyes took in the pulse in her throat, the way her eyes unfocused, the way she listed towards him. "Oh, very much so. I am dead serious," he murmured, rooted to the spot, making no move to come closer or to touch her. He knew she wasn't going to go anywhere. He had the supply of drugs, should she choose to take them, the car was also keyed into his finger prints (thank you, Azriel for that tech upgrade) so leaving on wheels wasn't going to happen.

"If you want to take your chances out there, without any knowledge of the streets or the inhabitants...." He let that thought drift off. His people tended to behave but they weren't without their urges. A fresh Omega from the outside was easy pickings and he would rather not have her introduced to the town like that.

When she scurried back out he let her, even making certain he was clear from her path. He had to take a deep breath himself, closing his eyes and willing his Alpha to settle the fuck down and there was no reason why he should be acting like this! He's dealt with so many, ferried them to this sanctuary, why the hell was this one calling to him like this!?

Deciding that he needed to do something, Rhys headed into the kitchen to start in on something for a meal. He had no idea when she last ate and the girl looked like she needed a few pounds of good food in her. Rumaging in the fridge, he took out ingredients and the pans needed for chicken parm and focused on that between texts with is cousin about the new arrival. Of course she was squealing about it.

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Feyre didn’t run. She knew there was no point in doing so right now. The High Lord was on high alert for that and the young human had a feeling she wouldn’t get far. She also didn’t stray from the house. This city was strange but beautiful and completely unknown to her. No, Feyre stayed on the sidewalk, letting the air cool her flushed face and remove the Alpha’s scent from her nose.

She stayed out there for a while, trying to figure out how she could get out of this mess but Feyre had a feeling that she was finally caught. The powerful Alpha inside knew of her secret. Her days as a free ‘Beta’ were coming to an end.

Taking one last deep breath of the clean night air, Feyre stepped back inside the warm home. The scent of powerful Alphas hit her but she was more prepared for it this time. She swallowed and pushed her horny inner Omega deep deep down.

The young human could hear the Alpha making noise and she followed it to see him in the kitchen. She stayed in the doorway, wary of him, but she stayed and watched him.

“Don’t you have people to do that?”

"Do you see anyone else around here right now?" He was fully aware of when she stepped back into the town house. It was as if his senses were honed in on her. Fuck, he didn't even know her name, yet-it wasn't like Tamlin told him. "I can make food and clean up after myself like a good boy," he added with a cocky grin, already setting the food in the oven to bake.

Straightening, he moved to look back at her. "The servants are for show and for the others. Do you have a wine preference?" He was still working on dinner but paused, once again offering a cocky smirk. "I am Rhysand. Well, my enemies call me Rhysand. Everyone else calls me Rhys unless they rather go by Dark Lord, High Lord of Nighmares, Human killer, blah blah blah..."

And then he waited. The prompt was silent but he waited for her name.

This male was full of surprises. He seemed to be like nothing she had been told about. Which didn’t make any kind of sense. He got his reputation for a reason and yet here he was in a beautiful home, cooking dinner for her, a human.

“Feyre… you can call me Feyre and I’m not really hungry.” The suppressors messed with her body and Feyre never really felt hungry which she always considered a blessing. There wasn’t a lot of food to go around back home.

“Where are we? And don’t say your home. You know what I mean.” They weren’t in Prythian. She had no idea where they were. She hadn’t realized that the High Lords lived outside of the city.

"You should still eat," he cautioned lightly. "Perhaps try some."

Rhys didn't take it as a slight. Of course, there were many connotations about Alphas proving they could be providers by offering Omegas food but this wasn't the same. Not really, at any rate. He's made food for others in the past but he didn't feel the heavy meanings with them.

"This place," there was a pause as he looked around, thinking about how to word it. "Is a sanctuary. A secret sanctuary." Sharp eyes returned to her, serious and dark with warning. "This sanctuary is secret and unknown to the others. If anyone caught scent of this place..." Just thinking about what the others would do to his beloved city made him growl softly. Nothing had happened, of course, but the implication that something could happen almost had him pacing.

"This is Velaris. It has been a protected secret of my family line for centuries, warded and secreted away to the point where no one knows of its existence. And it will remain that way." His underlying threat was real this time. "You must promise that you will never breathe a word of it to anyone. Ever. People who come here seek refuge from the laws that Prythian believe to be just, no matter the person's status."

He should do something with his hands, prepare a salad. Yes, that would be useful. Rhys started doing that, working off some of his tension by tearing up the lettuce. "There's a reason why there is a shortage of Omegas out in Prythian, and it's not because they aren't being born."

Feyre’s back straightened at the sound of this powerful Alpha softly growling. She understood it as a threat and yet she felt her body react to it. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moving forward, closer to the High Lord, and the soft pain let her keep focus on his words.

She wouldn’t tell. If this was really a sanctuary for people then she wouldn’t ruin it for them.

The young human made a face at the implication that Rhysand was stealing Omegas away like he had just done with her. She didn’t like the thought of him with another Omega.

“So you have a harem of Omegas here? Steal them away and make them yours?”

His snort was sad in a way. He had made his facade well. He couldn't blame anyone for thinking he was some vile creature of the dark-not when he upheld that facade to keep Velaris safe.

"I'm an unmated, unbonded male."

The statement was clipped and succinct. He didn't look at her.

"The people who are here are those escaping the caste system that is imposed onto them just because of how they are born. Here, Alpha, Beta, and Omega have equal rights and are not considered chattel or should be 'owned' by anyone. If there are harems," he considered that a moment, "it is by their choice. It has taken many, many years to form this place, and it's not perfect everywhere, but one day...one day it can be."

“That’s… hard to believe.” Whether she was talking about the part where the High lord was unmated or the part where everyone is equal here, not even Feyre knew. A part of her hated that the High Lord wasn’t mated, wasn’t off the market, and yet her inner Omega was incredibly happy.

She slowly moved further into the kitchen, the smell of food was enticing but nothing like the powerful Alpha that stood before her. The urge to press herself against him was strong but for now Feyre was able to beat back her inner most urges.

“Do you bring every Omega to your home? Or is this a one night stay and I’ll be shipped off to a group home or something tomorrow?”

Every sense of his was aware of where she was in the room, how she moved, if she moved closer or further away. He remained where he was, still working on the lettuce, his movements slowing and pulling away from the jerky motions he had started with. Despite how delectable she was, maybe--

"No." The answer was quiet and sincere. He didn't bring everyone to his home. Normally, they were utterly terrified of him, mostly because of rumors he had carefully cultivated, sometimes of the fact he was unmated and the allure was too much for them. Rhys was secretly thrilled she was holding back as she was! The corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk as he glanced at her. "Only Omegas that steal something precious to me."

That was a loaded statement. Was he talking about the ring or about--

Rhys turned slow and graceful back to the fridge to get the rest of the ingredients for the salad out, pausing a moment to gauge her reaction to him getting a knife to cut up carrots and other items.

“I will make sure to get blood everywhere if you decide to use that on me.” Feyre words were a lot braver than she felt when she spotted the High Lord with a sharp knife. She remembered the rumours, the warnings, and yet bringing her to his house to kill her would be very stupid. He no doubt would get away with it though.

Keeping her head held high and refusing to show any kind of doubt or fear, Feyre moved past him. She couldn’t stop herself from brushing against him as she moved past to the counter where he had been fusing with the salad.

She turned her back to the counter and with a little hop, she was sitting on it, a feet or two away from where he was working. She eyed the salad, trying to remember when was the last time she had anything fresh. It had been a very long time.

“So I’m your prisoner? Why is the ring so important? Is it an engagement ring? Are you courting an Omega?”

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Sorry! Life has been kicking any will to write out of me lately

Stupid RL sucking the fun out of everything. Hope it improves soon!

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