16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
I feel the tension slowly begin to melt off me the moment I step foot into the Manor. I’ve never felt the kind of anger I felt walking into that room and seeing my precious Omega so beaten down.
It was like a whole other beast took over. One that wanted the ones responsible for her pain and misery to suffer.
The knowledge that she was hurt on my watch is unacceptable.
I couldn’t stand it for a moment longer. I had to get her out of there.
Fuck that school. Fuck that poor excuse for a teacher and fuck those Omegas. I clench my fists as I storm through the house. I don’t really have a destination in mind, I just know I need to expel this anger in some way before it completely overwhelms me. I know it will have the ability to .
I’ve seen Alphas that have gone mad after their Omegas have been hurt. My fathers are a prime example of that.
Losing my mother changed them. They haven't been the same since. It's like they are hollow now. I think it is even worse for my biological father, Victor. He is by far the ‘centre’ Alpha of my parent pack.
It makes sense considering he is also the Don of the Duran Mafia. My other fathers - Olis and Conall - aren’t exempt from that either as the Capo and Consigliere. Deciding on the gym, I march towards the doors, not bothering to focus on who is behind me but judging by the footsteps I can hear, I guess it's going to be a party. Slamming the doors open, I make my way straight for the bag. I don’t bother with gloves or even tape. I need to feel the pain that punching the bag will provide me. Like if I feel the pain it will somehow make today better. Which isn’t logical whatsoever but the raw fury that is pumping in my veins refuses to see reason.
All it sees is red.
My Omega curled in on herself as people threw scrunched up pieces of paper at her. It plays on repeat in my head. The small flinches of her body as the abuse rained down on her. The words that were said.
Is this how it has always been for her?
It didn’t seem like any of the other students even noticed her yesterday, so why is it different today? Why did they choose now to hurt her?
Questions roll over in my head, each seeming to do nothing but fuel my anger. My fists beat down on the bag. Pain explodes in my knuckles and after a few hits, I start to see blood sprayed on the material .
I thought lashing out at a bag would help ease the anger but it doesn’t. It's still there, gnawing at my mind. Grating on my conscience.
I seem to lose track of time. I couldn’t tell how long it's been since I first walked into the gym. It's just me, my fists and a bag that has now seen better days. I already know I will be buying another one before the day ends.
Yet, I still can’t seem to care. I just need to expel this anger.
Something niggles at my subconscious and I slowly start to calm down. “Alpha.” The voice demands. Instantly, I am pulled back to the present, finding my Omega standing right behind me.
Her face is laced with a panic that sets me on edge. I start looking around for a threat but all I find is her and my two pack mates standing behind her. She gasps, my body tensing even further. She rushes towards me, grabbing my hands and inspecting the split knuckles.
“You're hurt. Fucking hell, Theo!”
My anger dissipates hearing someone so sweet and gentle curse the way she did. She looks up at me, her eyes drawn in something between frustration and anger, which is odd on her soft features.
“Come with me, I need to clean these.”
She turns and begins pulling me behind her. I go willingly. Of course I do. I would follow Kennedy to the ends of the earth. She wouldn’t even need to ask me too. I’m completely lost to her.
Following her into the bathroom, she directs me to sit on the closed toilet. I obey, not wanting to make her any more frustrated than she already is.
She finds the first-aid kit that we have stored away for instances like this. I try to keep the bloodshed to a minimum, but sometimes, it's unavoidable. Especially in my field of work. She pulls out some alcohol wipes and begins to clean the cuts, wincing as she wipes away the blood. I feel the pain but I refuse to wince or show any kind of emotion. All I can focus on is the fact that my Omega is looking after me. It feels as though this moment between us completely alters my brain chemistry.
After all the dreaming I have done, thinking about what it would be like to have an Omega, I never realized just how incredible it would actually be.
None of my dreams have been able to live up to what it's actually like. I hardly even know Kennedy, yet I’m enamoured with her.
This Omega has waltzed into our lives… or more like I stormed into hers, and has instantly become someone I know that I could never live without.
Her expression stays focused as she moves from knuckle to knuckle, cleaning my hands as best as she can.
I can’t help but admire her. I take in the creases between her eyebrows from where she is frowning in annoyance at my stupidity. Her eyes are focused as they narrow in on my flesh. The way her lips are drawn into a pout that seems to go hand in hand with her frown. The freckles speckled over her nose, gives her this edge of innocence, something I know is only a facade considering her sexcapades over the last day.
She is utter perfection. Sculpted by the Gods with me in mind.
I don’t know what I have done right in my life to be gifted such an incredible specimen. All I know is, I don’t plan on taking her for granted. I plan on spoiling her rotten. Providing her with a life that she has dreamed of. Giving her a love that she deserves. It’s quite quickly become my entire focus.
I think that's why I got so angry.
Now that Kennedy’s hands are on me, I realize the key reason why Alphas need Omegas.
It's for this.
To calm the natural aggression that resides inside of us. To make us see reason. A world without Omegas would be armageddon. I have no doubt about it. She fusses for way too long over me but I don’t dare complain. Having her hands on me is exactly what I need right now.
Each touch of her on me calms me down even more. It feels like I am able to take a breath for the first time since walking into that classroom.
After Kennedy has cleaned as much blood off me that she can, she wraps my hand with gauze, careful not to wrap it too tight.
She doesn’t let go of me, instead she holds them gently in hers.
“Are you okay?”
Her voice is gentle, none of her earlier annoyance visible.
I nod, “I’m okay now that you have your hands on me.”
She blushes as she looks down at where we are joined. I watch as she tries to mentally bat the embarrassment away, the notion is cute, but futile.
She shakes her head, “I know there's more to it than that, Theo.”
I sigh as I too look down at our hands as I think over everything.
“Walking into that room and seeing you being treated the way you were gave me a feeling like I have never felt before. I promised that I would look after you. That I would protect you. Yet, in the span of hours, I had already failed you. ”
She shakes her head, the creases in her forehead returning.
“You didn’t fail me. It was their fault. They made the choice to say and do the things that they did. You can’t control what someone else does and says. They are just jealous, I can see that now.”
I shake my head, “It still doesn't make it any better in my eyes. You shouldn’t be getting terrorised by jealous Omegas while you are in class. If I was there, that shit wouldn’t have happened.”
She shrugs her shoulders like she doesn’t quite believe me.
Reaching up, I cup her face in my hands.
“I want you to know that when you are in my presence, you are safe. I will never let anyone hurt you if I have anything to do about it. I know that goes for Jax and Ledger too.” I look directly in her eyes, making sure I have her complete and utter attention. “Kennedy, you are the most precious human in this entire universe. You deserve happiness and I want to give it to you. I want you to be able to walk into any space and be safe there. I don’t want you to have to look over your shoulders or be worried that someone is going to hurt you.”
A tear streaks down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb just as another follows its path. I pull her into my lap, cradling her into my chest.
“Don’t cry, baby.”
That only seems to make the tears fall even harder. I hold her close to me as I stand up and carry her out of the bathroom. Jax and Ledger are standing out in the hallway as I walk out. Both of their eyebrows shoot up in surprise as they take a step towards us.
“What's wrong? Is she okay? What happened?” Ledger stutters out as he puts a hand on her head, tucking the hair behind her head.
“It’s not sad tears. It's happy tears. ”
He deflates but it's only slightly. Like me, I know he won’t be completely happy until he gets his hands on her.
“Why don’t we go sit down in the cinema and just have a movie day?” Kennedy pops her head up, a small smile on her face even though there are still tears on her cheeks. “Yes please! Can we have popcorn and candy too?”
The three of us laugh, “Anything for you, my love.”