Chapter 28 Wilson #2
His smile doesn’t falter as he leans in, breath hot with smoke and metal so thick it seizes my lungs.
“You couldn’t even take my knot,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with venom.
“In three years, Wilson, you never fully submitted to the one Alpha who claimed you. I had to watch my brother do what you refused.” His gaze drifts down my body and back up.
“You used to beg me for permission to come. You knelt and thanked me for a touch. That’s who you are, a Beta on your knees.
What makes you think you can hold a pack together when you couldn’t even hold our bond? ”
Every word lands exactly where he built the hurt. Each syllable turns a key in the architecture of pain he constructed inside me and he’s strolling through it as if he owns it.
My gaze walks around the club, trying to figure out how this man just walked in here.
If Nicholas had been at the doors, Sebastian wouldn’t have gotten past the sidewalk but he’s nowhere to be found.
Oliver headed upstairs and Lorenzo… I twist around trying to find him, fumbling for my phone and failing as my breathing kicks up.
I whisper, “I didn’t take your knot because I didn’t want it.
” My voice shakes. Each word costs me something, drawn from the place Sebastian’s presence has been trying to seal shut since he walked in.
“I never wanted your knot, Sebastian. In three years you never once made me feel safe enough to take it.”
His smile flickers.
“And the man I gave it to?” I release the bar and straighten my spine.
Trembling moves through me, but my feet stay planted and my voice stays low as my words keep coming.
“He didn’t take it from me. I gave it to him, willingly because he touched me like I mattered, because he went slow so I could feel every second, and he held me after, because that’s who Nicholas is. ”
Sebastian’s expression goes flat; the charming veneer thins.
“Leave my club.” My tone is steady. “If you come back, you’ll be dealing with Nicholas’ attorney and a restraining order. Get the fuck out.” I secretly hope Nicholas or Lorenzo have the power to keep Sebastian away because I can not physically handle this man in my space.
I fight for something else to tell this man just as a familiar hand slides around the back of my neck and Sebastian is ripped away from me, Nicholas heralding him toward the door. A heavy sigh falls from me as I collapse against the counter, Lorenzo massaging the back of my neck.
His voice is loud but distant, my ears ringing with Sebastian’s words.
“Who the fuck let that guy in here? He’s literally on the do not let in list. What’s the point of a list if no one follows it?” There’s a beat of silence and then more murmuring, a low growl coming from Nicholas.
He must be back. “What the fuck do you mean no one was at the door?”
I sag further, unable to stand as Lorenzo braces my body against his. “Woah, gorgeous. Let’s get you somewhere.” I try to push out that I’m fine but I can’t even manage that, my voice slurred as Nicholas rounds the bar and hoists me up into his arms.
Instead of fighting, I just curl into him, my Alpha carting me up the stairs. Lorenzo stays behind, shouting orders, some of the club chaos quieting as everything falls apart.
“Stay with me, Will. Hey Oliver!”
A sleepy ‘yes’ meets my ears and then a louder one. “Yes! Fuck! Why does he… ew—why does he smell like that? Give him here, I need to fix him.”
You can’t fix me, I try to say and fail as I’m sat on the bathroom counter, steam curling into the bathroom as the water starts. My vision starts to tunnel as Oliver moves to stand in front of me, my Omega dragging his nose along the unscarred part of my neck and across my chest.
“Did he touch you? Or hurt you?”
I just stare at Oliver, unable to find my words but how could he know that?
“I can smell him. He smells like smoke.” His face contorts with disgust. “But it’s okay. He’s gone, right? Nicholas, Alpha, he’s gone?”
“Yes, he is. I had some of the security team escort him off. He went willingly so I’m not sure what he’s planning.”
Lorenzo’s voice adds to the mix but I’m too tired to even look toward the door.
“He only spoke with Wilson from what I was able to figure out. I’m filing for a protection order in the morning because I don’t like how fucking smug he looked.
For now, Wilson, gorgeous, your only job is to let us take care of you. ”
I manage a nod as Oliver helps me out of my shirt, Lorenzo starting on my pants. Nicholas is the one to lift me into the tub, letting me disappear into his arms when he steps in after me.
I jerk forward, hating Sebastian’s words in my head as Nicholas’ purr starts up, calming the edges of my panic.
Oliver slides in behind me, content to just be in my space, Lorenzo taking a seat on the toilet.
This feels like a repeat of everything. I break down, they come together and soothe my worries, and then I resurface.
I’m just hoping that cycle has an end.
Sooner rather than later.