Chapter 30 #11
Marcel smiles in a way that makes it obvious he is lying, but… Edgar’s combative mood actually softens a little.
"Wait. You think he’s planning something, don’t you? That thing Gabriel said was… ummm… some kind of code?"
"That’s too complicated for your cute little brain, Eddie. I’m not going to explain it."
Edgar’s lips twitch. Marcel is antagonizing even his own subordinate? How strange.
"I refuse," Edgar says through clenched teeth.
Funny enough, in this particular case I’m almost rooting for Marcel. Edgar needs to be eliminated as a threat, that much is certain.
Marcel presses his lips together. "Don’t disappoint me, baby. I’ll give you an incentive. Some people say Blue doesn’t have sex at all. Wouldn’t you want a sweet virgin like that? To defile this pure omega?"
An instinctive, low growl tears out of me. I hate the sound of his words, even if I know it will never happen.
As my growl resounds in the silence, Marcel’s words clearly start to get to Edgar.
Especially after I narrow my eyes and say slowly,
"I’ll kill you if you hurt him."
Marcel’s mouth spreads into a near demonic smile. He turns to me and raises the gun, almost pressing it against my forehead.
"And I’ll kill you if Blue hurts Edgar. And you know I won’t hesitate."
Silence falls.
That statement seems to bring Edgar some reassurance, and he grins broadly.
"You won’t mind if I touch him, Marcel?"
"Just this once, we’ll make an exception, for the sheer satisfaction of watching Blue Lowen get fucked."
"You’re sick," I snarl, setting the stage. "Blue never even kissed a guy in his life and you want to do something so horrible?"
Edgar’s grin widens even further, wider than I have ever seen it, as he moves toward Blue, who remains strangely passive.
Marcel keeps the gun trained on me while Edgar slides his hands under Blue’s knees and back, lifts him along with Blue’s breastplate.
The sight of another alpha touching my omega makes my guts twist painfully.
Fuck, this is going to be a more horrible experience than I ever expected. The insane scenario I myself set into motion…
I let out a low, long howl as Edgar carries Blue toward the table with the tools, apparently deciding that it is the best place to carry it out.
Every nerve in my body pulls tight, and I bare my teeth at Marcel, but I have my role to play.
"You’re an omega. And you’re fine with another omega being hurt like this?"
Marcel bursts into wild laughter.
"Edgar will be the least of his problems. There are twelve NFH combatants behind that door waiting for their turn.
Once we connect to central, this will be broadcast on all channels, to boost morale for all NFH supporters and fighters.
They will finally see real effectiveness, and I will deliver it. Me!"
He smiles wide, but there is a manic, unhinged glint in his eyes.
I struggle with the violent surge of anger building inside me, as I see Edgar leaning over Blue. The situation is becoming nerve-racking.
And yet the echo of my plan is still ringing in my mind. Is it possible this will unfold the way I saw it in that split-second glimpse?
For now, I need to continue.
"You really kidnapped Blue to stage a gang rape? You’re a monster, Marcel. A sick monster!"
For a split second, something flickers across Marcel’s face, a slight tic. He raises his hand and rubs his eyes, then clenches his jaw again.
"Shut up," he growls.
The words Blue once told me ring in my head one more time, that he cannot be raped, that no one can have sex with him without his consent, whatever that actually means.
For this precise reason, I can't let them notice anything strange in my behavior. I must act like I’m Blue’s faithful defender.
Marcel shakes his head and suddenly blurts out,
"He’s the monster, not me. He runs controversial initiatives…"
"All of them are voluntary. No one is forced to use them."
"His drugs have side effects…"
"So does aspirin. Everyone knows that, and people still choose to take it, weighing benefits against risks. That applies to everything, every drug, every vaccine, even every supplement. There is always risk. You just balance gains and losses."
"The bastard’s sitting on a pile of money while so many people are living in poverty…"
"He puts ninety percent of what he earns into aid programs, and he lives in a house no bigger than what a typical middle-class family owns, and he doesn’t even use his jet. He handed it over to an organization that helps omegas…!"
Marcel lets out an irritated huff and looks at me. "I see you’re completely taken with him. Like every alpha, you think with your dick, you’ll justify every shitty thing he does and spin some nice story around it just to get inside him."
"I only did that with you, Marcel. I swallowed your bullshit, but I grew out of that."
Meanwhile Edgar unties Blue’s legs and leans over him, muttering under his breath. "You’re way better looking up close than in all those TV interviews where you look like a robot…" he murmurs as his hand slides over Blue’s face and his fingers catch on his lips.
As I watch the actual contact of his hand with Blue’s naked skin, I can't help it, a furious growl tears out of me as I strain against the ties, "Noooo!"
But the cord holds tight, and Edgar continues, "And your lips are fucking amazing, I’d even say better than Marcel’s," turning his head pointedly toward Marcel, clearly not forgetting the earlier jabs at his intelligence.
Marcel’s mouth twists in anger as he snaps, "Shut the fuck up, Edgar, and get to work."
Edgar turns toward me, gives me a malicious smile, then leans down and presses his lips to Blue’s soft ones, a taste I know so well, and the sight feels like a stab from a knife.
My nerves are shot, I hate the whole fucking gamble. I went against the one rule every mated alpha would never want to break. I made this happen so Blue would be touched and abused…
I feel like the worst scumbag, but I still believe it might be our only chance.
If the NFH combatants finally come in here, the whole thing is a lost cause. It has to happen now, before it’s too late.
Marcel watches the kiss with narrowed lips, like he underestimated his own possessiveness, especially since Edgar seems to be enjoying it, and I say through clenched teeth, "End this, Marcel."
But then…
Edgar slowly pulls back, breaking the kiss, and at the same time my eyes meet Blue’s, and what is almost shocking is that the calm is still there, like none of this is shaking him at all.
Then I see a faint, reassuring smile on his lips, still damp from Edgar’s kiss, meant for me, almost like a signal.
I don’t know what exactly it means, but one thing is clear, that calm reaches me too and gives me hope that it all leads in the right direction.
Marcel takes a few steps closer, watching Edgar carefully, and asks, "How do you feel?"
"Hard, for sure," Edgar says with a grin, crudely slapping his crotch, and Marcel snorts in irritation. "That’s not what I’m asking, idiot. I mean whether he poisoned you."
"Doesn’t seem like it, I feel normal," Edgar replies, still looking satisfied, then takes off Blue's breastplate and lowers his mouth toward Blue’s neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt.
He's acting like a typical alpha, instinctively searching for an omega’s glands, sniffing around them, but Marcel suddenly stops him.
"Wait a second," he says, and Edgar snaps back, already worked up and clearly still pissed at Marcel,
"For fuck’s sake, can you back off and stop interfering? I know more about fucking omegas than you do."
"But your brain is too small to notice that Blue has glands!" Marcel shoots back, and Edgar snorts.
"So what, seriously you’re weird, Marcel, newsflash, omegas have glands, and I’m about to leave him a hickey…"
"You idiot, you don’t understand anything.
He had his glands surgically removed, everyone in this country has heard that story, and I can clearly see them right now," Marcel says as he leans over Blue, bringing his nose close to the glands and sniffing as if to check whether they’re real, then he reaches out and actually presses them.
Blue takes it all in silence while Marcel mutters, "That doesn’t look like the result of cosmetic work, but the real thing!"
But then a super annoyed Edgar, clearly wanting to move on, snaps, "Can you fuck off? I don’t know why this matters so much. He’s got glands, whatever, get over it," which earns him a smack on the back of the head from Marcel.
"What the fuck!" Edgar hisses, raising his hand defensively, and Marcel exhales in frustration, then turns toward me and fixes me with his gaze.
"I’ll admit, I missed that." His pale blue eyes study me closely.
"What are you rambling about?" I mutter.
Marcel keeps staring at me for a while.
"Now that would be interesting. Tell me, if I killed you, would I kill Blue too?"
The silence in the room falls so deep that I can only hear the pounding of our hearts, mine and Blue’s… speeding up. Did I underestimate Marcel? Is he really this sharp?
But that is when I notice Edgar straightening as he lifts his hand and rubs his head lightly, then starts walking toward me and crouches by my legs.
"What are you doing?" Marcel snarls, glaring at the alpha. "Is the cable loose?"
Edgar says nothing, and I watch him, slightly surprised, because I haven’t moved even a millimeter, yet he still starts pulling something from his pocket casually enough that Marcel doesn’t notice.
He just repeats, "What are you doing, Edgar? Gunman tied that cable, I think we can trust him," and then Edgar mutters something under his breath in a raspy voice that sounds like, "What the hell?"
Marcel blinks in shock and steps back as his face goes pale, then says sharply, "Leave him and step away from him," but at that exact moment I feel Edgar make a quick, almost imperceptible movement, cutting through the metal cable.