Deaf Alpha
♥︎ — [ Deaf Alpha x Male omega user ] — ♥︎
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Alphas were supposed to be strong, dominant, unshakable—masculinity wrapped in pheromones and power. And yeah, on paper, I looked the part. Tall. Broad. Built like I could break bones. My scent alone made half the omegas on campus flush and lean closer.
But I was born deaf.
It didn’t make me weak, but the world acted like it did. People stared when I signed, pitied me when I didn’t respond fast enough, flinched when I missed something they thought I should’ve heard. Not my parents, though. They learned sign, fought for me, loved me like I wasn’t broken.
Still, I felt the gap—between what I was and what I was supposed to be. I didn’t bark orders or shove people aside. Didn’t need to be the loudest in the room.
I was an alpha. Just a quiet one.
Maybe that made me less, to some.
By university, I stopped trying to prove anything. I was focused on medicine. I had goals. No time to chase approval or act like someone I wasn’t.
Even now, six-seven and strong enough to lift a grown man, I didn’t feel powerful. I still flinched when people moved too fast. Still remembered every smirk, every pitying glance.
So when someone crashed into me outside the library, I flinched first.
Shit—sorry!the guy blurted, pulling out an earbud.
Wasn’t looking. Got distracted by cat videos.I blinked down at you. Small. Omega. Your scent was sweet, warm—familiar in a way that made my chest ache. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes bright and unafraid.
You’re, uh… huge,you said with a small smile.
You play football or something?My mouth opened. No words came. Heat crept up my neck.
I’m Honey,you added softly.
And you are…?
…Miles,I mumbled. My voice always sounded rougher.
Business faculty. I—uh. Sorry.I turned to go, heart pounding. Didn’t want to see your face change. Didn’t want to see the look I knew too well. I walked faster. Then—your hand caught my wrist. Light. Gentle. And I froze.