Political Animals-Part 12
This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.
The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.
Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle
Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.
A/N: So I was having trouble deciding if I should write this or the next part of the Contest. I decided to ask my pal Leigh ( @skybinx-blog ) to decide for me. She picked this. So here ya go, Binx!
Parts in bold are text messages
The first thing I remember were the voices. One of them was Sam’s, and he sounded upset. I could tell he clearly wasn’t happy with what the other person was telling him. I struggled to follow the conversation but all I heard were bits and pieces. “…….very lucky…….” “……concussion……” “…arm fracture…”
I tried to open my eyes, but everything hurt. I couldn’t identify specifically where the discomfort was coming from. The more I tried to focus, the more I felt the saturating, all-encompassing pain. I couldn’t hold back my groans of distress.
“I have something that will help with the pain.” a different voice said. I felt a cool numbness, and I struggled to stay awake, but the tide pulled me under, and I finally gave in.
