4. Mathew
Mathew
As I close the door to my bedroom behind me, I lean against the opposite wall, rubbing my sweaty hands on my suit pants as I try to will my dick to go down.
What the fuck?
What the fuck is going on?
First, that Russell asshole didn’t think it was important to mention that the Omega he wanted captured wasn’t just on the run from him but that she’d managed to evade multiple attempts at capture in the past.
He also failed to mention that she’s bonded to an Alpha. She hadn’t just been ‘kidnapped’ by the Alpha, the two are bonded.
Which he must have known about since this isn’t a recent bond, their bond is years old, well established.
Then there’s the fact that she’s fucking deadly. They both are. Which he also failed to tell me.
I nearly lost four men to them, with another four injured enough that all eight of them are now at the hospital to get treated. That doesn’t include the minor cuts and bruises that the others have.
Sixteen people went after them last night. Only half of them managed to return mostly unharmed. Those are not good odds.
I should never have taken this job. I knew it was a bad idea the moment Hubert Russell gave me pieces of their clothing so we could more easily track them.
Changing your appearance and name is pretty easy, but changing your pheromones isn’t. Even if you suppress or otherwise hide them, they’re never fully gone, not all the time. So, this was an extra way we could track them down.
The first whiff I got of Vera’s honey scent made me hard as rock. When Caleb’s deep forest scent mixed with it, I nearly keened and had to fight to keep my face neutral. I couldn’t let the asshole know how much these two scents affected me.
I knew it in that moment, they were mine . They were meant to be mine, not his.
I hadn’t planned to kill Hubert.
Once Vera and Caleb were in my grasp and Hubert had paid up, I was going to let them choose what they wanted for themselves. Leave with the asshole or stay at my side. I was pretty sure they’d choose the latter.
When I heard how lethal these two were, the idea of having them at my side only became more and more appealing. I jacked off twice between the moment my team grabbed them and when they arrived here, and that was while trying my best not to…
I still had a boner the whole time I spoke to them. Their pheromones kept messing with my head, made me want to claim them then and there, and the abject horror in Vera’s scent as Hubert stepped through the door… It changed something in me, turned me into someone I’ve only been a few times before…
Someone very dangerous.
From that moment, the man’s life had become countable in seconds, minutes if he was lucky.
But when he said that he wouldn’t pay for the job because the price was too high and that I should get rid of them, or he’d do it himself…
He shouldn’t have said that.
He shouldn’t have threatened them.
That was his second biggest mistake.
His first biggest one was hiring me to find them. He brought them to me and they’re mine . I was never going to allow him near them once I had them.
They’re mine .
Willing or unwilling.
They’re mine.
And I’m never letting them go.
I push off the wall.
Caleb and Vera need medical attention. I don’t think that their wounds are too bad, but they still need to be cleaned and taken care of.
I go to the kitchen, finding the kitchen staff hard at work. I turn to one of the newer hires. “Could you bring two meals to my room? And could you ask someone to bring two bathrobes too?” I go over to our medicine box, looking through it before I close it and pick the whole thing up.
I’m probably going to need all sorts of things, better just bring all of it.
As I leave the kitchen Derrick, my right-hand man and the one in charge of last night’s mission, comes up to me, glancing back at the office. “What would you like us to do with the body?”
“Get rid of it.” I don’t want to bother with any of that right now, I have more important things to worry about.
“And his truck?”
I think for a moment. “Take anything out that would be useful to a mechanic and burn the rest. Better yet, put the body inside and make a pretty fire somewhere. That should scare the rest of his pack off for the moment.”
And maybe even some other pests thinking of pulling a similar stunt.
He nods, hurrying off.
As I’ve taken a few steps, Timothy, one of Derrick’s pack mates and the man in charge of our tech and the business dealings at the house, comes up to me.
“What do you want to do about the carpet? Do you want to get it cleaned? The guy we normally use is on holiday, but I’m sure someone else in his company can do it. ”
“Yes. Wait. Actually. No. This is the fourth time in three years. Have them strip the carpet and replace it with wood.” I think it over for a moment. “Yes. Have them bring me samples of wood flooring tomorrow morning.”
“Will do.” And he’s off.
I’m about to go back to my room when there’s a quiet voice behind me. “Sir?”
I twist around, about to tell them to leave me the fuck alone when I realise it’s the new hire, holding a tray with two covered plates and bottles of water. I take a deep breath, calming down, I’m way too on edge.
“Right. Good. Bring that to my room.” I nod, getting out of their way.
I follow the young Beta, opening the door for them and directing them to put the tray on the table in front of the window. Then I notice that someone already put two clean bathrobes on the end of the bed. Good.
Vera and Caleb’s scents surround me, and I notice that my body is trying its best to perfume, trying to mix my scent with theirs.
No such luck. No such luck at all. I might release some stray pheromones, but that’s about it.
They’re still in the bathroom. I hear the shower running, but no conversations or anything else.
I’m going to have to buy them new clothes, I can’t have them walk around the house in bathrobes all the time.
Although… That might be fun too. It would give me easy access for fun times…
Once the young Beta has left, I put the medical kit on a dresser, take off my clothes and put them to the side.
It’s only then that I realise they’re covered in blood. I was so busy with other things that I totally forgot about that.
Dried blood is a hell to clean out of such luxurious fabrics. Fuck. But I guess it’s the perfect excuse to have my tailor over and get all of us some new clothes.
I open the bathroom door, stepping inside in just my underwear. I’m too impatient to knock and they should get used to me doing whatever I want, because that’s not going to change any time soon.
The big Alpha is sitting on the floor of the shower, the water flowing down his body, his face up towards the stream. His body is covered in scars and I notice he’s missing his left pinkie finger, a nasty scar covering the side of his hand.
Without the grime and much more relaxed, it’s even clearer that he’s much older than Vera, or me. Though, his hard job and, from what I’ve understood, not so easy upbringing probably haven’t helped either.
But none of that takes away from his very muscular body, which he clearly knows how to use, and that he’s also very well endowed, very, very well endowed, making my body heat up just looking at him.
Fuck, he’s going to be so much fun.
I take another step into the bathroom when an arm wraps around my stomach and I feel the tip of a knife hovering over one of my kidneys.
So, that’s where the little Omega went. I like her spunk. I like her fire. Everything she does makes me want her even more.
Of course, it’s my own fault for leaving them in my bedroom unsupervised. She was bound to find my stash of weapons.
“One more step and you’re dead,” she growls, the knife tighter against my skin. Her voice, her small but curvy body pressed against me, the confidence with which she holds the knife. It’s such a fucking turn-on that my body desperately tries to perfume again.
I hold up my hands. “I was only here to check how you were doing and to get this blood off me. I don’t have any weapons on me.”
“You don’t need weapons to be deadly.” She doesn’t move.
“True. But if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead already. I wouldn’t be coming here in just my undies.”
That seems to make her think and I use the lapse in her attention to turn around, twisting the knife out of her hand and pushing her up against the wall, the knife to her throat.
“Don’t you fucking dare do that again. I will kill you and I won’t even think twice about it.”
And I will curse myself for the rest of my life, but she doesn’t need to know that.
The big Alpha growls and is on his feet in moments, coming over to me, his pheromones taking over the room. “If you touch her again like that, you will die. Get your fucking hands off her.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That makes me so hot.
His growl, his scent, his protectiveness… I want him, right now.
Instead, I drop the knife into the sink, showing how both my hands are empty as I step from between them. It’s better not to stand between a bonded Alpha and Omega.
Even when you feel they’re yours.
Even when you feel you belong with them…
Their combined pheromones, so thick in the air now, make it clear how broken I am. No matter how hard my body tries to let them know that I belong with them, it’s no use.
My fucking body is broken as shit.
My body is broken, just like my mind.
Twisted, broken, ruined beyond repair.
I can’t bring life into this world, so I’ve taken it upon myself to rid it of the lives that deserve to be gone.
No matter how much I wish I could make Caleb and Vera mine, mind, body and soul, I can’t because I’m broken. So, I’ll have to use other methods, like making them ‘pay off’ what Hubert owes me.
It’s the only way I can keep them near when they find out how messed up I really am.
Vera slowly comes over, her eyes soft as she touches my chest, running a finger over the wisteria tattoo, a reminder of what my pheromones are supposed to smell like.
“You’re an Omega.” Her voice is filled with surprise and warmth, and she sniffs my neck, like I did to her before, letting out a soft hum.
“I thought you’d be an Alpha, maybe a Beta, but to think that Mathew ‘The Cleaner’ Page is an Omega.
” Her pheromones spike, her voice going husky. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”
I lean towards her, my eyes on Caleb, who’s keeping a close eye on us. “Would you still think that if I had my hands wrapped around your neck? My knife at your throat? Like I’ve done hundreds of times?”
Caleb steps closer, his growl vibrating through my body. I’m playing with fire and I’ve not had this much fun, or been this hard, in a long time.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Her voice is quiet but sure, and she smirks as I meet her gaze. “You know that the moment you try that, Caleb will kill you. And I think you’re way too curious about us to cut this all short.”
She steps back, taking Caleb’s hand and pulling him back into the shower. “I told you not to get up. Now the cut on your foot is open again.” Her voice is soft, caring, almost like a mother chiding a child, nothing left of the husky confidence from before.
I watch them for a few moments, wishing it was me she was helping, wishing it was me who was helping Caleb. Wishing I could join them in the shower.
Then I shake my head. That’s not going to happen. I own them, their lives belong to me, but that means we’ll never be on the same level.
And who would want a twisted guy like me anyway?
I don’t do love. I can’t feel the damn emotion anyway.
And what’s the use when I’m broken, when I don’t perfume or go into heat. When I can’t be an Omega?
It’s better if I keep my distance, treat them like my property, my pets, indulge myself by watching them, but never be with them.
Yes. That’s the best plan.