Chapter 25
Savannah
F or the past few days , I’ve been on this high that I’m not sure I want to come down from.
Happiness. How bizarre is that? Me, happy? HA! That's almost as insane as I am. Almost.
But it’s true.
Ever since Jake and I sank our teeth into one another, it’s been a one-way trip to pound town. My pussy is sore, Jake’s poor dick looks like it needs a good long nap, but he hasn’t complained once.
I’m starting to feel bad, though. We’ve been on this bonding high for the past few days, and I think the others are feeling left out.
Thankfully, the overwhelming drive to consume each other every moment of the day seems to be subsiding.
The guys understand, though, giving Jake and me the time we need.
When I woke up the morning after, I was filled with this need to show off my fancy new bite mark. Anyone who looked my way, I showed them.
The guys thought it was cute, but the people at Jake’s work gave me some weird looks.
True to my word, when Jake went back to work this morning, I went with him. He introduced me to his coworkers as his Omega, and I made sure to point out my bite mark and his. His cheeks were this adorable shade of pink, but I think he loved that I was being a possessive Omega.
Everyone, for the most part, was nice. A lot of the teachers are married with kids.
What I didn’t overly enjoy was the female teachers who weren't. Mostly pretty little young TA’s with googly eyes zeroed in on my man.
Did I growl when they looked too long? Yes. Did I care? Not a single fucking bit.
I’ll be making regular trips to visit Jake at school just to make sure those bitches know their place.
Plus, I get to see Carter. When he saw me, he ran over to me and gave me the tightest hug.
I asked Jake if we could keep him, but he said no because, apparently, in the real world, we can’t just take kids.
Like, I get that, but clearly Carter’s parents suck from what Jake’s told me. We could do so much better. I’ll be keeping an eye on them too.
I had to leave because he had to do his job.
Caleb and Walker are at work, so instead of going home and feeling restless with Leroy and the baby, I made a spontaneous choice to grab my little friend that I was supposed to see tonight and move up our date.
“See it?” I lean my neck closer to the guy I’m currently straddling so he can get a better look. “Isn’t it amazing? It’s real, too.”
He lets out a muffled scream. Pulling back, I frown at him as he looks back at me with wide eyes. “Well, I don’t care what you think anyways,” I huff. “I think it’s awesome. And you said no one would ever want to bond with a slut like me. Well, fuck you, asshole; this slut got bonded real fucking hard.” I grin. “I bit him too. Right here.” I run the tip of my blade down his throat next to his Adam's Apple. He whimpers as blood trickles from the cut.
He has snot running down his face mixed with blood from the bloody nose I just gave him. Or it could be from when I cut out his tongue.
What?
He called me a bitch, I made him my bitch.
He jerks in the chair, trying to get free of his restraints. It’s no use, I’ve tied him up real good.
Huffing, I stand and put my hands on my hips. “Just because you're jealous no one wanted you to mark them, doesn’t mean you have to be so rude.” I blow a piece of hair that slipped free from my messy bun out of my face.
“But, if you really want a mark on your neck, I can give you one.” I shrug, walking over to my table of goodies.
My lovely friend today is one of the doctors who worked for Corbin. He’s the one who would give me check-ups. One that got a little too fucking handsy. I’m not a doctor, but I sure as fuck know that Pap smears and pelvic exams don’t involve thrusting fingers in and out of me playing with my clit all while telling me to shut the fuck up and take it like a good little whore.
He continues to scream against the gag in his mouth as I hum to myself, trying to decide what to use. My eyes light up and I grin when I find the perfect tool.
Grabbing the metal chain, I hold it up and show him. “This is something I’ve made myself. It works like one of those choke collars for dogs. Only these have pretty shiny nails.”
He shakes his head as I walk over to him.
“Oh, come on now. Be a good boy,” I coo, slipping the chain around his neck.
He starts to full-on sob, the sound making me more than happy. Like all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
“You know,” I say as I start to pull it tight. “It makes me so damn smug to know that even though you got some sick pleasure from assaulting me, you never once got a whimper, a cry, a whine. Nothing from me.” I laugh, pulling the chain tight.
He screams as the nails start to press into his neck, blood dripping down from the little points piercing his skin.. “Yet here you are, sobbing like a little bitch, screaming for help, pissing your pants.” I sigh happily. “It’s like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped up into one.”
My phone dings, getting my attention.
“Hold please.” I drop the chain and rush over to it. Wiping the blood on a towel, I unlock it to see a text from Duchess asking if I wanted to hang out.
Smiling, I text back fuck yeah and let her know I’ll be over soon.
“It’s your lucky day,” I say, and his eyes fill with hope. Oh, poor, stupid fool. “My bestie wants to hang out, and while I do enjoy making you suffer, I’d much rather hang out with her than stay here with you. So, it looks like we’re going to have to wrap things up early.”
Grabbing the bone-cutting saw, I make my way over to him.
The hope leaves his eyes as panic replaces it, and he starts to scream again.
“Really?” I roll my eyes. “What did you expect? For me to have a change of heart and let you go?” I snort. “Fat chance, buddy. You didn’t have a change of heart when you touched me, you didn’t have a change of heart when you raped all those female Omega patients. You lost your license—sure, but that's not enough. Nowhere near enough.”
Moving around to his back, I kneel down and start up the saw. “I think it’s only fair for you to get first-hand experience on how all of us felt, don’t you?”
I bring the saw down to his hands. His arms are tied to the chair from his wrists to his biceps, so when I slice his hands off, he still can’t get free.
They drop to the ground, blood pouring from the stubs. “Gonna be a messy one to clean up,” I comment to myself, giggling.
He doesn’t think it’s funny as he screams and screams and screams some more.
“You’re giving me a fucking headache,” I growl, getting to my feet and kicking the chair over. He clatters to the ground face-first.
I kick him while he’s down—literally—breaking the back of the chair and the seat apart. Grabbing the seat, I wiggle it free and toss it to the side. He tries to get away, but it’s not that easy since his feet are tied together at his ankles.
“Not so fast.” I kneel down on the back of his calves and he starts to flop around like a fish out of water. “It’s okay,” I coo, just like he would to me. “It will all be over soon.” I grab at the waistband of his pants and pull them down.
Grabbing one of his severed hands, I bring it to his backside, where I proceed to shove it up his ass.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl. “And take it like a good little whore.”
I ’m in a good mood , covered in blood and hungry as I drive over to Salvation.
Slamming the door shut, I stop, tilt my head back with my eyes closed, and breathe deeply. It’s a nice day and warm with just enough of a breeze to keep you from overheating.
“Thanks, Joe,” I say to the tall man with blond hair decked out in black gear as I toss him the keys to the car. It’s one of Duchess’s, so it will need to be cleaned and ready to be used again.
“It’s Bo,” he grumbles, grabbing the keys out of the air.
“Sure, sure.” I pat his shoulder as I pass him.
I’m whistling as I walk inside, vibrating with good feelings and a smile that can’t be wiped free.
I haven't seen my besties since I’ve been bonded, so when I see them, I skip over and stop before them.
“See anything different?” I hum, leaning in to show them my neck.
“Ahh, you’re covered in blood?” Duchess asks.
“No,” I grumble, shooting her a glare. “The bite mark.” I point out aggressively.
“Ohhhh that.” She winks, and I know she’s just fucking with me. She gives me an exaggerated whistle. “Damn, Savvy, that’s a nice bite.”
“Right?” I grin widely.
“I’m happy for you,” Lucy says, smiling brightly. “You look so happy.”
“I am,” I sigh wistfully. “Having sex will do that to you.”
“Damnnnn.” Duchess laughs. “My girl lost her V-card. Nice. How was it?” She holds her hand up. “Wait. If it was with Caleb, I don't wanna know.”
“It wasn’t. It was Jake.” I laugh. “And it was amazing. The best. Way better than porn.”
“It usually is,” Lucy laughs.
After I clean off the blood, I hang out with the girls and tell them all about the past few days.
It’s crazy that I’ve been with them for over a week. I thought the adjustment would be harder, but honestly, I feel at home. Like it’s where I was always meant to be.
I miss being at Salvation, but I know I’m where I belong.
After leaving the girls, I decide to go grab a coffee. Walker is working a night shift, so I won’t get to see him. Sad.
Jake isn’t supposed to be done with work until six because it’s the first day, and he said he might have to stay late for a meeting.
And Caleb is working some big case at work, so he won’t be home anytime soon.
So, I’m going to pick up some lunch for me and Leroy and hang out with him and Little Bug.
Every day I spend with her, I feel less and less guilty, like my heart is accepting that my baby boy would have wanted me to be happy. To give my love to someone who needs it.
And I love Athena. I really do. She’s the sweetest little girl. Such a good baby.
As I’m waiting at a red light, I look over and do a double-take.
“Is that Caleb?” I ask, brows furrowing.
I watch as he gets out of the car. But he’s not alone. There’s a woman with him.
“What the fuck!”
Car horns start blaring behind me, and I curse. “I’m going!” I scream before yanking the car to the left. I nearly hit a car, but I don’t give a fuck. What the hell is Caleb doing with another woman?
I pull into the parking lot across the street from them and park.
Jealousy and rage fill me as the tall, gorgeous woman with black hair tosses her head back and laughs. Laughs at something MY Alpha says.
“Don’t fucking laugh at him!” I shout inside the car. “I’m the only woman who can laugh at him.” I’m shaking with anger, and it gets worse the longer I watch them.
He stands there, talking to her with his hands in his pockets, a grin on his face.
How fucking dare he smile at another woman!
I’m not sure if I should feel hurt or pissed off. Both. I feel both.
They head into the building and out of sight.
Sorry, Duchess, but I’m about to do something you're going to tell me I’m stupid for.
I send a quick text to Lucy with the address and ask her to hack in and wipe any security footage that involves me.
Pulling out of the parking lot, I drive over and around to the back of the building.
With a quick check to make sure I’m alone, I get out and go to the trunk, grabbing a few things before I open the back door and head inside.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this without a level head. Duchess taught me better than that. It leads to mistakes that could cause us trouble.
But right now, the only thing I can think about is how my Alpha is here with another woman. They looked way too fucking close for my liking too.
Duchess knows me. She knows this is how I was going to react if one of my Alphas betrayed me.
And right now, that's what it feels like.
Lucky for him I’m a fair Omega and I’ll give him a chance to explain himself before I chop his fucking dick off.
Heading down the hall, I look for a door that will take me into the main part of the building.
Once I find it, I carefully go in and look down the hall. I have no idea what kind of building this is or what it's used for, but it’s giving me hospital vibes with its long white hallways and a million doors. I don’t like it.
Thankfully, no one seems to be in the hall, so I slip inside.
“What are you doing, Savannah?” I grumble to myself as I try to find a way out of this hall. All the damn doors are locked. “He could be anywhere. He probably left by now and is somewhere with Sunkissed Barbie. Okay, Barbie had blonde hair, so it’s more like Skipper.
Then I hear his voice coming from the end of the hall, and my heart starts racing.
I pause and wait, having nowhere to hide. How the hell do I explain myself out of this one?
Fuck it. I don’t need to explain myself, I’ll just grab my gun, shoot the bitch and drag his ass out of here.
When the talking doesn’t sound like it’s getting any closer, I keep going down the hall.
Peeking my head around the corner, I see him. He’s standing there talking to that bitch!
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, then we can get out of here. I’ll meet you in the car.”
My fingers curl as my nostrils flare.
“Sounds good.” She winks before turning around and walking away.
Did she just wink at my Alpha? Oh, that's it. When I’m done with him, she’s next.
Caleb walks through the men’s room door.
Grinning like a psychopath, I quickly rush over to it.
Slipping inside, I see him standing with his back to me, humming as he pees at one of the urinals.
Using the things I’ve brought with me, I wet the cloth with the chloroform before slipping the vial into my back pocket.
Like a sneaky ninja, I tiptoe my way over to him. And just as he zips himself up, I launch myself at him, jumping on his back like a spider monkey.
He shouts, but I muffle it with the cloth.
“Shhhh,” I soothe him. “Be a good Alpha and go to sleep.”
He tries to fight me off, but I hang on for dear life. Thankfully, it works fast, and he drops like a bag of bricks.
Panting heavily, I stare down at my handsome, sleeping Alpha. He’s so pretty.
“Shit,” I mutter. “I didn’t think this through,” I sigh, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. “Did you not learn anything from the guy in the alley?" I mutter.
At least Caleb looks to be a good hundred pounds lighter than that guy.
I manage to get him out in the hallway before I need to take a break. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I hiss, looking around. “This isn’t gonna work,” I groan.
I could just leave him here. Abort my plan and think of something else.
Then I see a wheelchair and grin. So this IS some sort of medical facility. What the hell is he even doing here in the first place?
Not wasting time questioning that, I rush over, grab the wheelchair and with a lot of effort, I manage to get him sitting in it and his feet on the foot rests.
His head falls back, and I grimace at the angle of his neck. “You're gonna feel sore in the morning. Sorry, baby.” I lean over, press a kiss to his lips before racing down the hallway and towards the door I came in.
I’m sweating like a pig by the time I get him into the car. I need to hire some muscle. Thor would be useless in this case.
A petty part of me wishes he were here, knowing how much he and Caleb hate one another. I bet Thor would love to take a bite out of him.
And now I feel bad because I don’t like the idea of my Alpha hurting.
“Damn you,” I hiss down at his unconscious body. “You have me confused as hell.”
A sound chimes but it’s not from my phone. Brows furrowed, I grab his phone out of his pocket and see he got a text.
“Lacy,” I growl. “So that's who you're cheating on me with.”
Closing the door, I get into the driver's seat before opening his phone and reading the text message.
She’s asking what's taking him so long.
I’m going to need to text her back, or she’s going to go looking for him, and I need to get far away from here before anyone gets suspicious.
I text her back.
Me: Sorry, my stomach is killing me. Really bad case of the shits. Like blowing up the bowl and everything. I’m going to be here awhile. If I leave now, I’ll shit my pants. Go on without me, I’ll get an Uber later.
With a smug grin on my face, I hit the send button and toss his phone onto the passenger's seat.
Pulling out of the back alley, I turn into the little neighborhood in the opposite direction from where his car was parked.
Looking in the rearview mirror at his sleeping body, I sigh. “Time to see what happens when you fuck a crazy bitch over.”