It was Wednesday and the young boy was recovering from a particularly painful Tuesday. A few hours before he was due for his next tests, the whitecoats allowed him time to play in his cell. Only a ratty old doll to keep him company that the old woman had given him. Just before the humans murdered her in front of him.
He was getting too attached, they said.
The little boy stared at the doll, remembering the conversation he had with the old woman who taught him things, before they killed her.
"Miss. Margot? Why don't I have a Mom and Dad?"
The sweet old woman smiled sadly at the little boy, with eyes of fresh blood and innocence. She patted his head before speaking.
"You have two Daddies. But your Daddy who gave birth to you is...incapable of taking care of you."
"Incapable?"
The old woman winced and tried to think of another way to say it, but the little boy looked down at his hands and continued to speak.
"The other kids said my Daddy hates me and tried to kill me when I was a baby."
He looked up at Miss. Margot.
"They said that's why I have this scar. That Daddy tried to rip my intestines out." He lifted his shirt and showed the pink puckered flesh of an old wound on his side. The old woman's eyes sparkled with unshed tears. She wanted to be disturbed that this child was unfazed by such horrible events, but she couldn't. She knew that he didn't know what emotions were. That they beat it out of him.
"Did Daddy try to kill me, Miss Margot?"
Looking into the eyes of a child so innocent, but so broken, she couldn't lie.
"Yes, Christos. Your Daddy tried to kill you."
The little boy looked down again, but this time with acceptance, before playing with his new rag doll.
"Christos?"
The little boy looked up at the old woman.
"I'm going to get you out of here, okay? And when I do, I'll buy you all the toys you want. I promise."
The little boys' eyes swirled with confusion before he let out a happy laugh.
"Miss. Margot, I can't leave. The facility is for special people. And I'm special."
The old woman hugged the boy close before whispering, "Yes, Christos. You are very special. A very special boy indeed."
Three
I was dreading the day.
I knew it was coming. I always knew when it was coming, but anxiety never lessened, only intensified. Asher looked grim, but that was to be expected. I mean, who wants to see their beloved get Scent-Rolled by another man? Especially by the man who raped said beloved and impregnated him.
Yeah, no one.
Just three more minutes.
I knew that, because we agreed that he would come at three o'clock sharp and he was always right on time.
I squeezed Asher's hand in mine as we waited patiently in the living room for that inevitable knock on our door. Soft and unobtrusive. Which is ironic considering how intrusive he has become in our life.
Another minute ticked by.
Asher's phone rang, causing both of us to jump at the sound. He answered it quickly and from the expression on his face, whoever it was had terrible timing. Asher's face twisted in rage.
"I'm not leaving him with that monster!" Asher seethed.
Whoever it was continued to speak. It sounded as if it were someone giving orders. If that was the case, it had to be Kai. Asher couldn't disobey Kai. Commanding Alphas (like Kai) had more clout and dominated even other Alphas.
Asher's pale blue eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched tightly. "I understand, I will be there in five minutes." Asher pulled the phone away from his ear and growled in defeat. His gaze transferred over to me. "I have to go."
I stiffened.
"But-"
A quiet knock on the front door echoed in the still room. I looked over at it then back at my mate with a newfound anxiety.
"No Asher, you can't! Don't! Please!" I begged, grabbing onto his arm, staring at the door in horror, as if the boogeyman were just behind the metal barrier.
"I can't refuse a direct order. I'm sorry Asaiya. I'm so sorry."
A few tears escaped my eyes and I sank to the floor.
Asher kneeled down beside me to kiss my head, "If he does anything, I will kill him. Kai be damned."
I didn't respond.
Not when he raised to his feet and left the house.
Not when he let him in.
Not when he approached my crumpled form. Silently.
Not at all.
"Asa?"
That voice.
I whimpered, hating how I still reacted to that low timber. Hating how it still caused bubbles in my stomach. Hating how I couldn't hate him!
I looked up at him. Trailing up those long and powerful legs encased in dark faded jeans, that tapered waist, and that broad torso that rippled with corded muscles clad in a navy deep-v t-shirt. Those thin dark braids were tied neatly behind his head which forced me to look at his beautiful face.
Those eyes.
They haunt my nightmares...
...and my sickest fantasies.
"Asa, are you hurt?" That voice, so rich with concern. So sincere. So worried. I wanted to give in, it begged me to, but I refuse.
He kneeled before me, keeping a safe distance to appease my discomfort of him.
"I-I will not touch you without your consent."
There it was again. That uncertainty again. As if he didn't quite understand the emotions he was feeling and he didn't know what to do or how to act in a way that would not offend me or frighten me.
Stop doing that!
Stop pretending to care!
"Asa—"
"Stop saying my name," I hissed, feeling the anger and encouraging it to spread. I embraced it, because with anger, I wouldn't succumb to his spell. With anger, I could think clearly.
He was silent and still.
If I wasn't looking upon him, I would have never known he was there in the first place. He watched me with cautious eyes.
How come I was the only person he ever showed emotion to?
Did he want me to suffer that much?
Did he hate me?
I shook my head, refusing to delve any further. I didn't want to know. Because knowing meant caring and I refused to give him that much.
As if sensing their father, the pups starting kicking up a mess inside me. I winced, cupping the pulsing bulges. Christos reacted quickly, placing his hand beside mine and kneading the skin gently. Almost immediately, the rough kicks became gentle caresses.
I wanted to vomit.
"Let's just get this over with."
Christos didn't say anything, just helped me up and led me to the bedroom. When we entered, he made sure to leave the door open so I wouldn't feel trapped. Slowly, he started to remove his clothing.
A sudden nervousness overcame me.
This was the first time we were doing this alone. At the facility, the white coats were always there, watching and recording. At the hideout, Drew was always there, holding my hand. Here, I had Asher.
But now? I was alone.
And it terrified me.
"You must remove your clothing."
I turned to the Alpha and immediately blushed. I've seen him nude several times, but it never failed to surprise me every time. All of those rippling muscles, just taunting me. And he was...well...endowed, even flaccid.
I could never look at him for long, even though I longed to gaze upon his body. Memorize it like I have my own.
Stop it, Asa!
I pinched myself before quickly stripping my own clothes.
Cradling my stomach, I waddled over to the bed and carefully eased myself down. I shuffled back and stared at the offending man. Well...in his general direction. I don't think I could have handled staring at him directly.
He didn't move though. Just stood at the edge of the bed, waiting for me to give him permission. As much as I didn't want to, as much as it disgusted me, I whispered, "Just get it over with."
He nodded once, before crawling slowly onto the bed. He made sure not to make any sudden movements. I laid back into the pillows, burying my face into the blanket so I didn't have to watch.
The first touch was soft. I almost wouldn't have felt it if I hadn't been hyperaware of him. He started with the tip of my toe, brushing his nose along the nail before sliding up my ankle. His cheek, rough with minimal stubble, traveled up my calves and thighs slowly and thoroughly. I tensed as he reached higher. That familiar tightening in my gut betrayed me.
"Stop!" I choked.
Immediately, he backed away, staring at me intently with those glowing red eyes. I could feel my eyes starting to water but I fought them back angrily. I've gotten better. I didn't want him to undo every wall I've built, every mask I've hid behind.
"I did not mean to make you cry."
"I'm not crying!" I snapped.
Christos remained silent, unsure of how to respond or what to do. Once I got my breathing under control, I motioned him to continue.
Instead of starting where he ended, he crawled above me, sticking his face into my hair. He pinched a few strands of hair between his long fingers before letting the tresses slide from them.
His lips brushed my face, my eyelids, my cheeks, my nose...They hovered over my lips for just a moment. I parted my own, letting out a soft breath, but he dipped his head downwards, skimming along my jaw to my neck.
There was a certain part, where my neck met my shoulder that was the most sensitive. I could feel his hesitation as he reached it. A part of me desperately wanted him to bite down and bring me, but another part, a much stronger part, was repulsed and wanted to tear away from him.
Christos quickly brushed over that part, ignoring the gasp of pleasure that escaped my lips involuntarily. He continued a path down my chest, nuzzling my nipples before trailing down to my belly button. He lingered on my stomach, responding to the gentle kicks of the eager pups as they tried to reach their father. I could feel him smile against my skin.
It was a harmless moment, but as he continued his decent, things changed.
The heat grew again. This time with much more fervor. My member roared to life and a slickness leaked from between my legs. Christos reacted immediately, stiffening up and freezing in his decent. My breath rushed out rapidly.
"Asa," he whispered. His fingers dug into my hips, causing me to jerk them forward. I bit my lip, fighting not to cry out.
"Please don't. Please don't. Please. Please. Please," I begged, because I could smell it. I could feel it. Just tickling along my skin. It was a hot searing heat that tingled with every wave.
Christos took a deep breath before dipping his face between my legs. I threw my head back and moaned, raising my hips like an offering. Christos's fingers dropped to the sheets, his fingers violently digging into the sheets as he fought to stay in control.
I wanted him.
Dear Goddess, I wanted him.
Christos ripped away from me, breathing heavily. His eyes were wide and bright. Sometime during, his hair came undone and now flowed around his impressive frame.
He looked at me with wild eyes. "Asa, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Tears were flowing freely now and I didn't know why. There were so many reasons, that it was all just lost and I couldn't stop.
"Why do you keep doing that? Why do you keep apologizing? Stop pretending Christos! Just stop it!" I screeched.
There was a desperation in his eyes that I didn't want to see. It just seemed too sincere. How was he so good at that?
"I did not want to do it, Asa! I did not want to hurt you!"
"But you did! You ruined me! Don't you get that? You're a monster! A lying, raping monster!" And with that last scream, a sharp pain exploded down my lower back.
"Asa?"
I couldn't speak, only cradle my side and whimper in pain.
Something was wrong. Something was wrong with the pups.
"Pups," I whispered.
The pain tore through me again. Christos was quick to respond, lifting me into his arms and running. Where? I don't know. I couldn't stay conscious enough to tell.
*
I woke up in a familiar room. It was a crisp pale yellow. Only a few weeks old.
I knew this room. That yellow was meant to keep the Omegas calm and not trigger anymore episodes. No one wanted to remind us of the facility.
But this room, it was back in the hideout. Where Kai and Drew lived.
I blinked a little bit, listening to the beeping of the heart monitor. Sherry, an Omega like myself, who was very talented in the medical field, was there with a glass of water. His hair was a bright pure red that contrasted nicely with his caramelized skin and pale grey eyes. He was a tiny thing, especially beside his Alpha mate, Talon. Talon was checking a few machines, recording information. His skin was a dark tan and thick black hair was braided down his back. He was a huge man, with rippling muscles, but a gentle giant.
I watched them through heavy lids.
"My pups," I croaked.
Sherry said nothing but helped me nurse the water which cooled my dry throat. Once my mouth didn't feel so dry, I tried again.
"My pups? Are they okay?"
"Your pups are fine. But you're stressing too much. You're only a few more weeks until Lodging. You need to be careful."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm not done."
I looked at the Omega with worry. "What else?"
Sherry looked uncomfortable which had me even more worried than before. I tried to read his expression, but it was proving difficult.
"Asa, I know your situation. Part of it at least. And I know that this is probably the last thing you want to hear—"
"Sherry just spit it out," I interrupted.
Sherry took a deep breath.
"You aren't exposed to your Alpha enough and it's killing the pups."
My brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"
"I know that Christos comes to Scent-Roll you twice a week, but...that's not enough. You need more exposure to your Alpha."
"But—the other Omegas—"
"The survival rate for the pups born from the Omegas held in the facility is less than 12 percent. The Omegas are dropping like flies. We can't afford to lose another Omega. We can't afford to lose you, Asa. Not when we can save you."
I stayed silent, feeling hollow.
"So what does this mean?" I asked after a really long pause.
"It means, we may have to arrange for Christos to live with you. I know it's cruel, but he's going to be a large part of your life."
I shook my head in disbelief.
Haven't I suffered enough?
"I'll send him in. You really need to be around him right now. It's crucial to the development of your pups."
I nodded absently.
The door creaked open and Christos walked in, as silent as death.
I stared at him for a long time before switching my attention back to Sherry. "Where is Asher?"
"He's still on a mission. He'll be back in a few hours."
I sighed, clutching the thin sheet around me.
"I'll leave you two alone." Talon escorted Sherry out, leaving Christos and I alone in the room. That was the last thing I wanted.
"I'm sure they told you," I whispered.
He didn't respond, just watched me carefully.
"I just can't get rid of you, can I?" I laughed bitterly. "The farther I push you, the closer you get."
"How can I make this better?" Christos asked quietly.
I looked at him levelly.
"Drop dead."
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